It seems like we should talk about it, but I’m not really sure what l’d say.“Are you okay”“How do you feel?”I mean - come on. I know how h... feels. He feels hungry. All the time.Honestly, the LAST thing I expected when we transgressed so deeply was this. I thought, maybe, it would be a one-time thing. I thought maybe it would be this incredible period of passion and then it would die down and he’d move on. Or I would.I thought maybe that we’d hit it together on holidays and reunions - you know. ." she complained through a grimace as he penetrated her with the first few inches of hard cock. Wincing from her tightness, Andre gently worked that first few inches in and out to get them both used to her tight inner walls. Andre worked another two or three inches into her, prompting Jeannie to release another woozy protest as her legs opened wider, allowing yet another few inches to enter her vagina. He drew most of his penis out of her little body, the submerged part darker from being. I lick it all up. You thirsty? she smiles. I flip her over and start at her asshole, I dont waste time, I go hard. She screams as if someone stabbed her. I keep going and I notice shes beginning to cry. I go even harder, I dont even give a fuck about my wife or my job anymore. I finally drop her to the floor, she just falls like a rag doll, all weak looking. I start using my cock to put pressure on her clit. She finally squirts out a river of cum at my face and just like the milk, I lick it all. We exchanged numbers and started chatting on WhatsApp. We started talking daily on WhatsApp, calls. And she had shared me her story. Her marriage was a forced marriage and her husband loved some other girl.Though her husband obliges his duties towards the family of handling the family the spark was missing between them. Also, he still continues to see his girlfriend. I was happy and on cloud 9 as I was sure she would meet me. Finally, after some persuasion, she agreed to meet.This was when her.