(I was surprised by this msg and had a semi-erection immediately)Me- Really? What were your intentions? ;)Ishika- hahaha my intentions are different w...ich cannot be described on msgs.Me- really?Ishika- hahaha yes. I have some work with you regarding my project and you have to help me in getting me the survey.(I knew she was not having any work)Me- Ok fine. So tomorrow at my place 10 a.m.Ishika- Fine.Next morning I woke up early as I was excited about our meeting. My parent leaves the house at. I'd turned 19 recently, dumped my old high school boyfriend, the only guy I had ever had sex with at that point. I'd started dating this guy from work a month or so ago (my later husband). I tried to hold off from fucking this new guy too soon. Didn't want to seem like a slut to this new guy that I liked a lot, but that didn't last long. We had fucked by our 2nd date and were doing it almost everyday like typical horny teenage rabbits. About a month or so into our dating, my man brought up. Zack could see all of this plainly, including a darkening mark on her neck, below her ear.She giggled to him and went to the refrigerator. “We need water.” And she bent low to reach in, and draw out two bottles of drinking water, and then headed back. She paused before she went down the corridor, and looked back over her shoulder, where her ass was on display, showing several bruises.“You better clean up your mess, or the next time we have sex will be after your funeral.” She then giggled and. I paused for a second too long. “I said, get on your fucking knees!” Harry growled, grabbing my shoulders before giving me a downward shove.I complied, his manhood now only inches from my fully flushed face.“Don’t go pretending that this is your first cock, you slut,” Harry sneered. He poked a toe into the crotch of my running shorts. “We both know you’ve taken at least one cream pie, or else where would that bitch of a daughter have come from?”I fought down the urge to defend my daughter’s.