That it could feel so good to let him treat me so badly yet fuck me so well, and that it didn't make me feel bad at all, just incredible, and liberate... in a way I never knew I needed to be. My eyes narrowed in a mixture of desire and contempt as he pumped his cock faster, the head an obscene shade of moist red and looking like it was about to burst. I loved seeing him so aroused, his weight pinning me to the bed with his powerful torso looming over me, his dark hair sweaty and falling into his. I still have that tomboy look. I have muscles in places that most girls don't have muscles, thanks to carrying those heavy packs all these years. Being female on the front line didn't cut any slack and I would have never asked for any slack.My boobs had filled out more and sagged a little, some of the side effects of getting older. I was a very full C cup now and my nipples were larger and more pronounced; just the right kind for getting pierced. I giggled at that. I'll have to think about that. She disembarked at the terminus and walked aimlessly around the city centre, not at all sure where to go. She ignored the bustle of shoppers as they dashed in and out of the city stores, conscious that despite herself her steps were taking her closer to the Brothel where she had made no plans to meet Binta today. Indeed, she knew that Binta would actually be working at the moment: a thought which caused additional distress in itself. That beautiful body. Those disgusting men! How could she live. It is the attempt to go for do and die situation.I came back from her house and waiting anxiously for her reaction. I was waiting for a hint but either I was a dumb or…..no signal from her side. After so much frustration I thought that this pussy is not in my fate…or you can say my cock is not made to taste the juice of poonam bhabhi’s cunt. Next 6-8 month passed without any major event. Than comes the festival of holi. Luckily Rajesh was in office , I went with my wife to play holi with my.