After that, I just started plowing her, driving myself inside her again and again, her pussy getting more used to my cock. She whimpered with each thr...st. "Fuckkkk meee, yes, yes, fuck me, use me" she panted out as I fucked her, watching my swollen cock disappear inside her warm depths over and over. She did that for the rest of our fuck, filthy, disgusting phrases spilling from her (what I once thought was) innocent little mouth. Her pussy was ecstasy to me, a hot, wet, inviting hole, and she. Her mouth dropped open both in shock and pain as my grip immobilised her ability to cry out, all she could do was groan in intense pain."You can take your anger out on your man if you want; you sure as fuck don't do it on my van! Do you understand me?" I demanded angrily.She stabbed a high heel into my shin in response."Fucking hell, that fucking hurt you bitch," I groaned in pain.I bent her arm high towards her shoulder blades and forced her face down hard onto the bonnet. She was almost. I got a call from an unknown number. I picked it up. It’s Divya. She said Mayank’s phone had switched off and asked me to WhatsApp my address. I pinged her my address. I saw the dp, it’s the same saree she wore in the mall. She looked hot in it.At 8:15, my doorbell rang and I went and opened the door. There they are. Divya wore a cocktail saree with a sleeveless blouse. I could see her saree hugging to her and neckline going deep but it’s covered with pallu. So I couldn’t see how deep it is.. Gregory had been the perfect third leg of our trio. He was all caught up in football and he was wound tightly around the finger of an absolute bitch from hell called Gwen. Alice and I called her "Gwen the Hen" and some other names less ladylike. We had no doubt she would have murdered all three of us if she ever thought he had engaged in sexual activities with either or both of us. Poor Gregory was so terrified of this tiny little Irish girl with long red hair that he was constantly looking.