After locking the door again, I walked back to the apartment, my footsteps sounded like the slap of the crop. I knew John wouldn't understand and woul... only be upset if I mentioned it to him. Jules must have hidden that part of her life from me, because I was certain I would have remembered her mentioning being involved in that kind of rough sex play.I carried my book bag through the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home."John came to meet me near the door with a kiss. "Jules won, as expected.. I grip both your wrists in one hand and again seize your hair, pulling it to one side to expose the back of your neck which again I lick, nip, suck, kiss. I can feel your heart beating faster, I let go of your hair and slowly, deliberately move my hand down over your breasts taking your nipple between my finger and thumb drawing it away from your body. You moan and try to twist away but I tighten my grip on your arms and pull you back against the hardness of my cock. I start to kiss under your. I swallowed your hardness as you thrusted, relentlessly,towards the back of my throat your size gagged me and youwithdrew a little whilst I sucked and licked its gleaminglength. My tongue flickered over the moist head and up anddown the shaft, over your balls and back again to attendto the sensitive area at the tip of your tool. I could feelyour pulse in your groin drumming madly. My own heart wasbeating, thudding against my chest and echoing loudlyin my ears. You had your hands in my hair. Babla oor maa r farsa boyosko pachha dutoke hat bulie bulie dekhte laglo , tarpor oor maa r poder futote nak die oor maa r poder gandha sukte laglo. Aar sipra devi bujhlen onar chhele babla onar poder gandha sukchhe, unio arame sitkar dite laglen -ummmmmmmm babu ki korchhis , amar lajja korchhe uummmmmmmmmm.Babla bollo etei lajja korche erpore to ami tomake nie anak nongramo korbo , takhon ki korbe . Sipra devi bollen ki korbi , babla- tomar pode jiv dhokabo, tomar pode r madhu khabo, tomar.