This went on for quite awhile, sometimesfrantic, sometimes very passionately.Once we calmed down and were just looking into each othersfaces, she was ...eaming and i was too.She placed her headback on my chest and was purring, moaning in ecstasy andI had a huge grin on my face.We were very happy being witheach other, she is a very beautiful LADY and sexy as all hell.I wanted to keep her around, living in my house for a longtime.After a short period of time she started to raise up again,looked at. ”James took that in for a minute. Then he came over and stood beside me and put his arm around my waist. He pulled me in for a hug and I returned it. “Does he treat you rough only sometimes, honey or is it all the time? Tell me the truth, Stacey. It’s okay to admit you like rough sex, but I need to hear it so I can stop worrying about you.”My jaw nearly dropped. How did he know that and how could he possibly be saying this to me? Could I really admit to that out loud to him and have it be okay?. Gayle gasped for air.He was raping her. #Gayle's lips quivered, both from shock and the inability to find the words. By the time she finally spoke, the intruder already managed ten good deep thrusts into her pussy, practically hitting her cervix.“Stop! Get out! Get of of my pussy!”His hand flew, striking her on her right tit. She yelped. He struck her again, this time on her left. Having released one of her ankles from his grip, Gayle slid onto her side. He took the opportunity to slide. And I used to sometimes ejaculate on her face and her mouth. She used suck my balls so sweetly like a profesional prostitute. But saying all this she was very traditional lady and always used to prefer saree for any western outfit even for parties. She used talk to my parents very nice and takes care of them. She did all house duties and prayers kind of stuff regularly. But her looks and sexuality were so strong that I used to find many men eyeing her. My colleagues, college guys, working men.