“No bra.” Cait affirmed.“Ok.” Clearly he wasn’t entirely convinced but was trying to be grateful.“Ok,” Cait said with a decisive nod, co...mitting herself. “How should we do this?”“Uh, you mean right now?”“No time like the present, especially since I already interrupted you.” Cait said, suddenly in a hurry to get on with it.“Ok. Why don’t you sit on the edge of your bunk?” Rhys suggested, and Cait floated over, pulling herself down until she was settled against the padded base, bracing one hand. Wo boli.Kitna pyar karte ho mujhse tum.Apni jawaani to mai tumhe hi dungi.Daalo andar.Maine ek baar aur push kia aur mera pura lund uske andar chala gya.Wo chillane lagi.Boli bahut pain ho raha hai.Mai ruk gya.Aur usse lips par kiss karne laga.Thodi der baad wo khud boli ki ab thik hai.Phir maine dheere dheere usse chhodna suru kia.Usse maja aane laga.Uhhhhhh.Aaahhhhhh.Fuck me.Fuck me hard.Aisa bolne lagi.Phir maine usse doggy style me set kia.Aur puri teji de di apne lund ko.Wo bolne lagi.. He didn’t do permanent relationships, certainly not marriage. So after the sex, what then? She’d leave, that’s what, he told himself. And sex is so not worth losing her. So get the thought out of your damn head once and for all! Downing the rest of his drink, he went to shower. Mrs. Martin, the housekeeper, met Alyssa in the foyer, telling her that Mr. Westin was on a call and would be down shortly. Thanking her, Alyssa went to her office, on the lower floor next to Graham’s. Floor to ceiling. He pressed his cock in deep and began to fuck her. As he did he reachedaround and grabbed her breasts.They had made love hundreds of times, but this time it was different.This was more basic, almost animalistic fucking. To Natasha's shock shebecame very aroused by his actions."You like it hard, don't you slut?" asked Bishop."Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," she moaned."You're my whore now, right?" he demanded."Yes ... I'm your whore," she cried out."You want my cum, don't you," he groaned as he.