Where does all this come from? “b**st, yes, make me yours. Fill me, b**st. Make me your mate, your bitch to breed. Oh, yes, b**st.” I am exhausted... panting as he stops and just occasionally spurting more into me. He remains over me. His knot firmly lodged inside me. I feel the overflow leaking out, forced out between the knot and my lips. Unable to hold all of it inside.And I am happy. I am at peace. I am content and fulfilled. Strange? Maybe, but so is my life on this rock. For the rest of my. Mein office se aake use padhane laga mere room mein. Pahele kuch din thik thak hi raha. But kuch din jane ke baad uski attitude mein kuch badlaw ane lagi. Sundays n saturdays ko jab me ghar mein raheta hu taab woh aisehi aa jati thi maths sikhne ki bahana karke aur kabhi mujhko apni boobs ya kabhi kayde se navel dikhaya karti thi. Ek din kya hua barish ka mousam tha aur uski papa as usual tour pe tha aur uski mom ( jo ki nurse hain) ki night duty lagi thi. So shaam 8 baaj rahe the aur mein use. She bit my lower lip it was paining but pleasurable too. She put a hand into my t-shirt and caressing my back and hand into my shorts started touching my penis.I couldn’t control myself, I caught hold of her face and started responding to her kiss. We kissed for like 15 mins or more or even lesser than that, at that passionate moment who cares to note down time, we were kissing each other’s lips and sucking each other’s tongues, once we broke the kiss, I went down to her neck kissing and. She asked me if it felt good and I told her it felt amazing but it's even better when it's wet. She parted her lips and allowed some of her spit to fall onto my cock. She repeated this making sure my dick was well lubricated and glistening from her spit shine. I grabbed her hand and helped guide it up and down my cock showing her how to use a twisting motion. She asked if it felt good. The look on my face was all the answer she needed. I guided her other hand to my balls and she started to.