It was the day before new year eve i.e. 30th of December. Eric said he has organized a small party for me and his friend in his apartment. As usual, I...put up a light make up. This time around I picked a little red dress. As usual, had a red bra and shoes too match. The dress was a size small and all can see the good amount of breasts if they are cared to. Beneath the dress I did not put on any panties as I know it won't be needed. I decided to let the hair fall free and applied light. Her tits were still fat and healthy, her belly voluptuous but not fat, her thighs full and shapely; but her midsection!Black and blue marks crept out from under the curling tendrils of her cunt hair. They made their way up to her belly button, and her pink aureole of her left tit was a sadly discolored orange.She ran her hand over her thigh. The left one had a long bruise the shape of Chile stretching down to the firm flap of flesh above her knee."Ahhh, shit!" she swore.The pain was intense in. Fuck me like a randi. Fuck me like your bitch. Say I am your bitch. I am your randi.”I also got excited, “Saali kutiya. Teri pussy ka bhosda bana dunga aaj chod ke.” I was giving her deep thrusts now, and she was getting mad hearing abuses from me.“Yeah. I am your kutiya. I am your randi. Fuck my pussy.”She hugged me tight, and I increased with my speed to the maximum I could. She said, “Dont stop, jaanu. I am cumming.I am cumming.You must cum with me. Yeah fuck me. Fuck me. Fill my pussy with. She slept again and I took care of tasks I’d saved for the weekend. When she found me next, she was in her naked glory. I didn’t know what I wanted to do more, talk or fuck her again, the male reclaiming “his woman”, so I did both.Adopting a gruffer voice and personna than usual I ordered, “Woman, open your gates for your man!” I pushed her gently down on the rug and moved quickly between her obediently opened legs. Two forceful strokes had my dick head rubbing her cervix and she squealed.As I.