Manie apna lund uske mu k pas laya aur bola k lo lolly pop chus lo vo b nashe k halat mai maan gai aur chusne lagi mai uski chut mai ungli kr raha tha...to usko dard hone laga, mai samajh gaya k uski chut kuwari h aur aj mai uska bhoomi pujan karunga.Jb mai jhadne vala tha to maine lund uske mu se nikal liya aur sara ras ekglass mai nikal diya phr ussi glass mai ek aur peg bana k mansi ko peela diya vo bade maje se pee b gai mai uski chut chatne laga vo thodi gara hogai thi uska rs b nikal raha. She loved her husband, and she could make him understand that life didn't need to be a phony masquerade of social propriety. If their love was strong, they didn't need to be continually jealous and possessive. She'd had long conversations with her daughter these last few days, conversations which had made her feel closer to her children than she ever dreamed possible. She no longer felt ashamed of her sexuality - that was probably the biggest change. She was a sexual creature. Not a slut or a. That would be the price he had to pay for not knowing her well enough to suggest something more attractive than a buttfuck. He decided to make an attempt that would be "over the top", either a spectacular failure or a raging success. Something that would be memorable for the rest of their lives, together or apart. He felt ambivalent about which result was achieved. He often wondered whether staying with Sonni was worth the grief it involved. He loved her, but she was 49 % sweetheart and 49%. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed my manhood into her mouth. She looked up at me in surprise. She started really getting into it, licking my balls; jerking me while I was in her mouth (she couldn’t deep throat me). I grabbed her between her legs and started rubbing her vagina through her pants. She was getting really wet. She looked at me and told me to fuck her. I turned her around, pulled her pants to her ankles, and bent her over one of the pallets. She was begging.