. ha ager koi ladki aunty bhabi mujse chudwana chahe to muje mail kare . Ye stori ki gatna jo me apko share karrne ja raha hu mere or chachi ke bich ...i ha meri chachi ka name rani ha wo ak simple lady ha wo hw ha or chacha govt. Job karte ha iss lie sara kam chachi karti ha ghar ka khet kaka b ab sida story pe ata hu hu .Ye un dino ki bat ha jab meri chachi khet gae hue thi fasal ko panni lagane me clg se ghar aya to chacha ka pone aya ki apni chachi ka sath khet me hath bta aa mene bike uhta. However, this time, I’m going to do it. Lose weight, I’d say aloud, but I’ll add silently in my mind, so I can become a slut. A never-say-no slut, the kind that doesn’t give a fuck about the looks of a man, the size of his wallet, his sense of humour – none of that matters, because all she wants is the dick. And why do I have to lose weight to do that? Simply because I want to look good while I slut around, because most men prefer the anorexic look these days and a slut is all about pleasing. Don't do this to me... I... I... can't... do this... I'm a married woman... no more... please no more!"She could barely get the words out of her mouth. She didn't even know what was happening to her body. She could feel her own fluids running down her inner thighs."Its my turn baby... lets see if you can suck cock."Chapel pulled Margaret to her feet by her hair, awakening her up out of her orgasmic trance. He kept the knife to her throat as he spun her around. Chapel was wearing an old Adidas. "god" I gasped looking back at him dirk kissed me on my neck and ears and slowly worked himself into me, my husband's job is truly in jeopardy I thought to myself then he began hammering away at me my pussy filled to capacity by his hard prick. I fell forward on the bed and he tapped me on the rear end. "uh-uh" he mumbled It was clear he wasn't done yet. he gripped my waist and began pumping faster into me I closed my eyes barely unable to form complete sentences. I fingered my dripping wet.