The tiny toilet meant his thrusts were quick and deep and that’s just the y way I like to be fucked when I want a quickie and this was certainly a f...antic fuck. We still didn’t speak; we just fucked each other, with me meeting his thrusts with my welcoming pussy hole.We seemed to be fucking for ages, others had come and tried the door but we never missed a beat, me wanting him deeper in me and him exploring every bit of my insides.He reached around and began rubbing my clit, his strokes. .. you haven't got the appetite for this any more have you? I can tell. But I have ... I've been waiting for so long..." CRACK!Spots danced before my eyes, I fought to deny what I suddenly knew. It wasn't fair; it just wasn't bloody fair on any of us!"I've come for her because she's mine ... I've had a long time to think about it, and she was the one who never betrayed me, who loved me enough to..." CRACK!" ... go to prison for me ... she would die for me ... I wouldn't even have to ask.". Browsing through the pages of past accomplices, Dan saw a few petty arseholes that he knew in passing. They were nothing to worry about in this case. What he was worried about was finding some career criminals that had a grudge against his crew. That was the hardest part of this game. Taking months to meticulously plan and execute a job, then some arsehole with a grudge sticks a shooter in your face and takes all the profits from under your nose. What could you do, call the police?Scanning the. Vimla pressed her ear to the door again. After Shanu came, she did what she always did when a client was taking too long; she squeezed her skilled cunt muscles together, and began rippling them along the length of Amit’s cock, in effect, masturbating him from inside. Amit’s eyes almost popped out, and Shanu stopped his cries of passion with a squishy, wet kiss. When the storm had passed, she let him go, and whispered, “Ab meri choot me se nikal kar mere muh me kar aur apna sara cum mujhe pila.