Aaaah mera chhotne wala. Aaaah aaaah aur chodo Karan! Ahh! Aah! Aaah!Wo jhar gayi. Par mai nahi ruka. Abb vo tarap rahi thi.“Abb ruk jaoo. Ba…bass...karo.”“Bas mera bhi chootne wala hai ruk jao thodi der.”5 minute tak aur chodne ke baad mera bhi chhot gaya.Mai uske upar gir gaya aur use choomne laga. Mera lun abhi bhi uske andar tha.“Karan ek naii position try karte hai. Ye waisi hai jaisi film me thi bas thodi si alag hai.”Mai maan gaya.“Karan abb tum khare ho jao haa bas aise hi.”Wo mere paas. Karen recovered steadily, happy to have proper clothing once Ken returned from town. The pain in her fingers and toes went away the second day, allowing her to get up and move around more. She didn't talk much, lost in her own little world, and Kenneth didn't press her.She took over the cooking the third day, improving the fare considerably. Ken talked about his life, and things that were happening, as he went about his chores each day. Karen responded to him sometimes, even relating a story. She hung on my nine like meat on a hook as her cunt adjusted to my jerking cock. Re-wrapping her legs and arms around me, using my body as a leaver., she began to work her coochie up and down on my rock hard pole. Pulling her pussy up until only the tip of my dick was in her, then sliding all the way back down on it.Her body control was amazing, I leaned back against a wall arching my back and thrusting my hips up, to give her plenty dick to work with. Up and down her pussy gripped every inch. He stuck his hand down the boxers I was wearing (my bf's), and pushed a few fingers up my wet pussy. With that he pulled down the boxers so fast I was afraid that they'd rip, and in one quick motion his cock was fully inside me. He immediately started pounding me so hard the table slid back and forth, and my breasts, smooshed under my body, ached. He pulled back on my hair with one hand and on my bound wrists with his other, and after what must have been five minutes of the same hard pounding,.