"Oh yes, now I remember." She ran her hands over the whores dark, firm breasts, pinching the nipples back until they were firm once more, "You don't w...nt your precious Rachel to know that you fuck around on her, that she can't satisfy your a****l nature. Is that right?" She smiled satisfied."Yes, that's exactly right!" He stared at her, "I do it because you make me do it." Oh Vanak, always so dramatic. I could let you out of my servitude but then you would wonder every day if beautiful Rachel. She was much more the girl I remembered from June, but still not quite herself.She had several bruises on her body from our violent coupling three days before; they were still quite fresh, and I felt very ashamed of myself. I apologised profusely for inflicting them on her, and kissed each of them better several times."That's okay, Jon, I was feeling pretty wild myself, and I needed a really good fucking. I know that you didn't really mean to hurt me, and although it made things even more. Then the cop would say he needed to use a different tool to search her cunt. His cock would come out and he would begin to fuck my wife. “Search my naughty, married cunt,” my wife moaned in my fantasy. “Oh yes, your tool is searching my pussy so thoroughly. If you keep searching, I'll definitely give you what your looking for!” When we got home, I was so horny. I asked if my wife if she wanted a foot massage and she gave me a shy smile. My foot massages always ended up with us in the bedroom.. ” Baji, Ashraf ki biwi to aap hain! Ye kaise ho sakta hai? Aur fir meri shadi Nazma se? Vo kaise?” Tahira baji hans padi,” Arbaz mere pyare bhai, main aaj tak Ashraf ke lund se nahin chudi hoon, meri jawani barbad kar dee hai uss haramzade ne. Sari sari raat apni jawan chut ko haathon se argad ragad kar main kaise wakt bita rahi hoon, tum nahin jante. Mera bhi man karta hai ki koi jawan mota lund meri choot ko ji bhar ke chode aur meri aag shaant kare, lekin essi meri kismat nahin hai bhaijaan..