She took off her coat, and I saw an average, somewhat overweight body. Swaying, sagging breasts testified to no bra. I was mesmerized, and it was obvi...us. "Want to touch them?", she asked me, with that same crooked smile.I could only nod.She unbuttoned her shirt, and I had my first eyeful of "live" tits. They were not that large, and in fact probably should have been bigger to better complement her body. The nipples were tiny and pale, barely darker than the surrounding skin. Stretch marks and. .oooaah…oooaah…danton se… karo,magar dhere se….oooaah…aaah!rehman started now licking her navel by putting his tongue inside her deep navel, Rehman was very hungry he pulled down her petticoat by pulling her nada with his mouth,ooh my god ,she is wearing thorn type panty which only covers her vagina & show her big butts with only thread between her bumbs, Rehman started moving his hands on pinky thighs & removed her panty, like her name pinky ,her vagina yane ke uski choot ekdam pink hai,rehman. With his free hand he would yank her hair. ?NOW, yell me name!? he demanded. ?Mr. Kapovich!? she shouted in gasps of air between tears. ?No, my first name, my little pussy puppet!? he shouts back. ?Ivan!? ?Now, beg me to spank you more!? Ivan demanded, tauntingly. Spank me more? How can I take more pain? She thought to herself in agony. When she didn’t comply right away, he rammed his fingers in her and spanked her clitoris hard. ?Please, spank me. Please!? she shouted. He would spank her even. Not pleasant. and he .. Or somebody wanted her, even needed her. She told herself that it was insane, but the words triggered something inside her, some deep longing, buried beneath the fear and the confusion. It was getting hard to keep her initial pace, and she felt herself panting a little, as Heimdale barked "faster" at her. Soon she was out of breath, and her muscles where screaming at her to stop. She shot him a pleading glance, but his face seemed again carved in stone. She continued.