The thin silk material of her dress made it clear where her long-stem coral ink nipples were.Anna had refused to look at herself in a full length mirr...r when she combed out her long red her hair. She liked her hair color, but had allowed her husband to talk her into putting blond highlights in it. The hairdresser knew what he was doing. Her hair looked mostly red, with the impression that the light just created blond highlights in it. Anna braided a thin strand of hair on each side of her face;. It felt nice. Her body was exhausted from four days of non-stop abuse. She let herself relax. Maybe he was a rapist. A serial rapist with no twisted kinks, no sadistic tendencies, no sociopath behaviors, just a nice, old-fashioned rapist. Whatever he was touching her with moved up to her cunt lips. She felt it gliding over her clitoris and a rush of arousal sent a shudder through her. She raised her hips, pressed hard against it. "I've been in here for seven years now," he said softly. She felt. ?Mai: kuch nahi jab last time dekh tab bhi aap hot n sexy lagti thi aur aaaj bhiMami: chal mazak bahot ho gaya so jaMai: par kahaMami: are haa tu ab kaha soyega ek kaam kar tu bedroom me hi so jaMai: aur aapMami: mai bhi soti hu wahi pe waise to ghar chota hai to adjust karana to padegaMai: thick haiMai sone se pahele bathroom me gaya to maine wahi pe unaki bra aur panty dekhi to maine bra lund pe lagakar panty ki khushboo lete lete muth mari.Mai jaise hi bahar aaya tab mami bed pe soyi thi ek. “Shit.” There was laughter in his voice, and he stuck his hand into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Bringing it to his ear her answered brusquely. “What?”He kissed her again as he listened, he couldn’t help it. She giggled quietly then jumped as he sat up straight.“They what?” He listened again for a moment. “Fuck. OK. OK! I'm on my way.”He hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor he pulled it on before taking his shirt and guiding her.