Mai ander gaya to dekha bhabhi aankh band karke bed pe leti hui haiMai unke paas gaya to bhabhi ne mera haath pakad ke apne upar khinch liya mai unke ...par gir gaya aur bhabhi mujhe chumne lagee gaal pe maathe pe aur hontho pe to mai bhi responce dene laga aur bhabhi ko chumne laga aur unke hontho ko jaise hi chuma to bhabhi ne apni jeebh mere munh me de di pahale to mujhe ajeeb laga bhir baad me mai bhabhi ki jeebh ko munh me bharkar jor jor se chusne laga aur Kabhi nichla honth to kabhi upar. ?What—I don’t—??Ask me to touch your cunt and make you come. Ask me to hurt your little clit. Beg.?My throat closes in fear and shock at the same time as my pussy and ass clench again in a mini-climax. I am sure he felt it. I feel tears well up. I want this. I’m terrified.The sound of flesh on flesh seems amplified now as he thrusts hard, once, twice. My eyes roll in lust. ?Oh, God?please???Say it. Beg me.?I need to move—I fight desperately to escape the grip on my hair but it is relentless.. This happened during the Corona lockdown time. My old house owner asked Bala (my husband) to collect the rent from a house where we once stayed long back.They asked Bala to collect the rent from the college students. Being away from here, he asked me to do it. The house I mentioned is around 2 km from our house, and it is on the way to my office. The first month there was no problem with the rent. 2nd month they started telling me stories for not paying the rent.I felt pity for them, but I. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it," answered Dusty.He tried to give her a warm smile but her answering smile didn't seem to reach her eyes.Dusty slowed down and started to walk next to her as he now spoke, and Lori noticed that he did this and wasn't happy. Suddenly Suzan's smile started to become warmer as he walked next to her and spoke with her."Rhyme or reason?" asked Suzan with a genuine smile now."It's from a playwright, uhm that's someone who makes something that a bard.