Mene bola thik hai and fir wo baat karne lage and main use kiss kar raha tha fir mene socha ise tadpata hu to uske niche gaya and usne panty nahi pahn... the and dress chota tha so uske chut dekh rahe the so mene uske chut pe apne hot rakhe, jese he mene uske chut pe hot rakhe to wo pagal hogaye and awaz karne lage and apne husband ko bolne lageke she wants to do sex abe and she can’t control so she puted phone on speaker and then she said ke wo ungle se kar rahe hai, uska husband bolne laga he. “fuck me hard, fuck me harder” she shouted. I slapped her Butt cheeks making a big flap sound. My body hitting her ass made a real sexy sound. She liked the slapping session. We now switched positions and fucked in the missionary style. “dont stop, dont stop, aaahahaahaha ooooooh”she shouted in pleasure.I increased my pace and started fucking her harder. She shouted in pain and pleasure The alcohol gave us more high rather more strength to get over all odds. 13 minutes on and i was about to. The cotton candy muzak drifted on air-conditioned wings around her head. She shivered inside her wet coat. Then she watched as the metal doors sighed open. The dark hallway yawned in her face. Hundreds of feet of deep dark red rug stretched under rows of dimmed spotlights.She stood and stared. Then her finger stabbed the zero floor button and the doors closed again. A metal, female voice sang "Going down" in two languages. The tiny tug at her calves told her the elevator started its return to. M... me alone, or I'll... ?She managed to stammer out. But I rudely interrupted her and snarled ?What are you going to do! Tell Miss Jones... Yesterday when I was truant...?? She just stood there, close to tears, pleading us to leave her alone. In vain of course, as I really wanted to hurt her, to hear her scream from pain. So with an evil grin, I began to unzip her, all to long and matronly, skirt. Desperate she cling to it, but a hard slap in the face, leaving a clearly hand print on.