He put his hand on my waist where I inserted my saree and took it out. Slowly he removed my saree. He also removed his shirt. We again got kissing. Hi... hands were under my butt and mine on his back. He was having hairy chest which I liked it. I told him to lie on his back and it was me kissing him now. I was kissing his face, cheeks, and of course his chest, nipples. I unzipped his pants and removed it down. He is his underwear I removed it too and hold his cock.His cock was hard throbbing I. She was so tight that – with a few full-length strokes – I felt my balls boil and with a cry, I had a very intense ejaculation. I stayed hilted in her until I softened. When I slipped out there was a mixture of her juices and a little blood oozing from her onto the sheet. She seemed pleased to have ‘conquered’ me and lay with her legs apart and her cunt open and sore looking. She was too sore for any further fingering or penetration. After a while she slipped from the bed, found a handkerchief. Shocking, terrifying…”“Terrifying?”“Yes, a little. I’m not ready for that, Jon. It scares me that I’m not, yet suddenly I’m feeling the things I feel, and so powerfully! It’s very… disorienting.”With a supreme effort of will, I dragged my mind back, withdrawing the sexual link the best I could. The last thing I wanted was to terrify or disorient her, and I was ashamed of having let my libido get away from me like that. I could soon feel that the incredible intensity of her arousal was slowly. He then lifted my ass up and felt his purple head pressing against my puckering hole. He forced it in and I thought he was going to rip me apart. And as he slowly inched his way in I buried my face in a pillow muffling the moans. His thrusts then got steady and the pain gave into pleasure as I started working my ass over his cock and begged him to fuck me harder. He continued calling me his fucking slut as he grabbed the back of my hair and rammed me hard. He let out a harsh moan as I felt his.