Her heaving breasts, swaying lightly in the well-lit room.As I reached up to caress her breasts, she slapped my hands away. I was surprised at her act...ons. Instead, she bent a bit and put an arm around behind my neck and pulled up on me. My face was soon crushed between her breasts as she held me tightly up to them.I kissed and licked her breasts and nipples. Soon I was sucking on a nipple as she started to mess with the buttons on my shirt. In short order I was topless and her hands were. “Slowly, sar…slowly.” He did not care if he was hurting her. He kept on squeezing her abundant boobs, as if wanted to make them rounder and softer. Her tits were so big that it was not possible to hold one tit in each palm. But he was managing. In between, he was also shaking her tits, as if he enjoyed it more that anything. Finally, he left her tits and sat upon the cot. She looked at him from under her sari. Once again, she crossed her forearms over her big tits. Vasu now concentrated on her. The ad appeared the next day and a couple came to look at the bed that evening. I guess they expected some absolutely free wreck. They were surprised to see a piece of furniture in such fine condition that they could take away just for the asking. They'd driven over in a pick-up, so that's what they did: took the bed apart, loaded it up, and drove off with it, mattress, box, and all. That was Wednesday night. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights I'd slept on the couch. Wednesday night I was on. “Do you think this is funny, whore?” he growled, raising his palm and striking me in the same exact spot he’d hit the last two times. His accuracy was on point. But this time, he did not stop with one smack, he raised his hand up again and whacked it back down over and over again until I was howling so hard I could barely think straight. The only coherent thought that came to me amongst the pain mixed with some inkling of pleasure was that calling him one of those titles may fix this. Fuck my.