.between the contracting of her cunt with each thrust and the vibration of the fake cock in her ass, he wasnt going to last much longer, but he wanted...to bring her to the edge again. He placed one hand on the small of his back, the other he grabbed her hair and held on tightly. He was thrusting into her so hardnow, her moaning in pleasure, his balls slamming against her. His cock was screaming for release. With a quick move, he withdrew his dick, flipped her over and continued to rub her. .‘I see he said well your new name is Fuckmycunt,’ (author’s note: I told you there would be bad language and it’s this man’s fault not mine. He is a really nasty piece of work, I don’t like him at all and she really was foolish to allow him to get away with this total liberty).‘I can’t’ say words like that’ she said. She had been brought up nicely and rarely used profanity, she felt it distasteful.‘You can and will use ‘slut language’ and you better say it fuckin’ quick or I will get very. Our life was going fine until Geeta’s death. After Geeta’s death, Mina went to her village and did not return even after two weeks. I was feeling the urge to have sex. And without any other choice, I started having an affair with Mina’s friend Pooja. Pooja had recently got divorced and was looking for a man.Once Pooja came to my home in search of Mina. I said she was in the room and followed her. I locked the door and hugged her from behind. She hesitated, but I went ahead and kissed her. Still. His wife shaking with pleasure.“ What’s come over you MIng, ahhh that was soo fuking good”, Mings wife shrieked.He cuddled her the rest of the night, caressing her breast, as embraced her from behind, this was domestic bliss Ming thought as he slowly drifted of to sleep.The next few weeks passed in a similar fashion. There was the occasional report of stolen bicycles, but nothing that actually amounted to any police work. The bikes will have been dismantled repainted, practically untraceable,.