It sags as he climbs on, straddling my lower back between his thighs. A hand smooths up my back, resting at my neck. I am confused by this change in a...proach, what is the man planning to do?I hear him exhale heavily as his fingers slowly curl around the collar of my pyjama top. With one swift motion, he rips the shirt from my back. My head is yanked, the front collar digging into my neck. My shirt, now in shreds hangs from my arms by the sleeves.Dread fills me as I realize what the man is. My dick came out almost all the way, before I slammed it back in. Every time I hit the tip of her wombs and she emitted low grunts of appreciation. Soon enough her legs were sealed around my hips, dictating the speed. And she wanted me to go faster. Which I accomplished with pleasure. I increased my pace. At first the movements were a bit frantic, but then I stabilized on a quick rhythm.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhhhhhh….Ahhhhhhhhhhh”She continued to moan, grunt and scream. It was now a continuous. I can't move. I feel as if my body is shattered. My right leg is stretched out. My foot is turned inwards. There is a lump in the middle of my thigh. Instinctively, I know that I should not even try to budge my leg. The left one looks better. I can flex my knee. At least I am not paralyzed. That's for sure. My bottom and lower back are on fire. I am trying to move my arms. The right one is not responding. My fingers are numb. I am not sure if I have internal injuries. My stomach is not painful.. I heard a knock on the door. I thought Kiran had come with my morning tea. I was quite surprised to see Seema walking in with a big smile and a cheerful 'good morning' on her lips, carrying a steaming cup of tea. I sat up in my bed, took the cup from Seema, and started sipping it.Seema was in the mood to chat and sat down next to me on the bed. We chatted for some time and as I finished my tea she put her hand between my legs, caught hold of my cock, and started to feel it up and down. The.