My tits swung freely down from my chest. A sweet and familiar cloud of lust set my mind afloat.I must have looked the whore I was.No classy affair, th...s. No subtle titillation of the senses. No carefully planned adventure. Not even the thrill of the deliciously forbidden, anymore. No excuses, no sparkling sheen of glamour. I had become a greedy slut. I just had to have my cock. And lots of it.There was no romance left.Ralph and I had just grabbed a rushed dinner in the closest hotel at hand. It. Ara nahi reeta vo to becharee akalee rehtee hai, ya sun kar mara moon main pani a gaya, or sochna lagi ya baat mom na pehla quain nahi bataee, Khar phir mai achee tarha sa tayar ho kar, maina tight fitting main blue taransparent kameez pehnee jis ka neecha black bloz or blue shalwar upar chunee orr kar zubada aunty ka ghar chalee gee, door bell bajae or aunty door open kar ka mujha andar la gee. Aunty kitchen main bz thee mai be un ka hath batana ka leya chunee utar kar aik side par rakh dee or. Slowly, she moved back down and smiled up at him, closing his robe without ever looking down and she pulls her own shirt down before grinning at him. "Morning daddy!"That's when Mitchell saw how innocent she was. She had always tried to get his attention by any means acceptable for her age, and despite the things she was doing and how it could be interpreted, all she wanted was his time and attention and her intentions were pure despite her actions being anything but pure. But still, just as he. She turned her head saying she was sorry; next time she would behave like a real lady. But I hardly heard her whispering words.I began spanking her butt even harder. Six, eight, ten times I gave Anita the hardest slaps I could produce…My sensual babe yelled and wriggled; cried and squirmed.I got tired of spanking her and finally stopped. By now her legs were as wide apart as the thong just around her knees would allow and I could see her puffy wet pussy lips. Those nice pink lips were.