As soon as I got home I dressed up in the sluttiest clothes I could find. I put on tight blue jeans, black lacy thong, really tight black T-shirt, an... black lacy bra. I dressed up with the intent to draw attention to myself. It was about 6 PM when I got in my car to meet my friends at the local bar, with the intent of getting fucked by a complete stranger if I didn't get shitfaced.I arrived at the bar at around 6:40 PM. I saw my friends seated about halfway into the building. I quickly. The one exception to this was Friday. On Friday, the woman had a standing lunch date with her mother. It was touching, the man thought, that the woman would see her mother so often. He had spent a number of nights cramped in the space between the mother’s house and the one beside it. There, he watched the mother fuss over the woman, fixing her hair here or flattening a collar there. He had watched as they ate dinner together at the kitchen table. The man was grateful that the mother’s home had. The coldness of the lotion tickled my closed hole. He spread my cheeks open and then he entered me. I saw flashes of red as I yelled. It felt like a tearing and stinging. I screamed and started to cry. I felt Ray's pelvis and legs resting against my ass. He laughed as he just let his cock sit inside my torn ass. "Damn. You sound like a bitch too!" he taunted. Ray then removed his cock all the way and then shoved it back it. He repeated this several times. It was the most pain I had ever felt.. She also crying that she was also about to come .. ooohhhhhhhh. aahhhhhhhh.. uhhhhhhhh..I am coming zunni fuck me hard.aahhh. uuuuhhhh..no.my mamma.. Uiiiiiii mar gai me. aur zor se. please pura dalo. yehi point hai zunni bus yehi point..hai. hhhaaa. esi angle par dalo mera nikal gaya nahi aaahhhhh tez or tez fuck me hard jaaannnnn. dont leave me please.. I am coming yaar. coming coming.. I was not in position to listen her infect there was no need to talk.. sex is that game which does not.