I slide back in and she rides me, rocking her hips back and forth. I grip her wrists again and hold her up, she leans her weight down onto my arms and...I hold her there, thrusting my hips up, spouting strings of dirty things, filthy little girl, come on, ride that cock, that’s how I like it, you’re so good baby, come for me again, give me that sweet tight hole, that’s my girl. I work myself up to tension and release, tightening and cresting the wave that breaks over me, but I don’t come. I. I opened the tin it contained two packets of jilebies. We took two and eat that with the tea. mam…if I and your husband are waiting in a queue to fuck you whom will you choose?” I asked she smiled mischievously and replayed…” of course you will get the first chance dear..because you know how to show heaven..”. That means she was waiting for my tongue. So no time to waste. I bite a piece of jileebi and came close to her . A wild lust was sparkling in her eyes . I kissed her forehead and she. He understood me without me having to say a word, I was never complicated in his eyes. Sure he teased me right along with my brothers and would often make me cry, followed by a Mr. Bianchi giving a lecture to all the boys on why they need to be nice to me. But we have moments that are just ours. It’s like he always knew what to say or do whether it was to make me angry or happy. As we got older our time together became less and less, but I always valued our memories none the less. As I got. He fucked her so hard her bare breasts mashed against the cold glass. Her hard nipples sending the chilling signals to her brain contradicting the small waves of orgasms rippling through her young body.Each thrust of his big thick cock stretched her tight inexperienced pussy. His hand between her legs a finger rubbed her protruding clit. His other hand a thumb was playing with the entrance to her poop chute. He wouldn't would he?She felt his cum spurt inside her tight little box, flooding in.