”“You’re sorry? I’ll tell you what, you’re a sorry sack of shit.”“I said I’m sorry; what else do you want?”“What else do I want?�... he grinned evilly before continuing “I want your wife asshole!”“Well then, you can go to hell,” I replied defiantly.“Probably, probably,” I heard just before he punched me in the face. I felt stars and blood dripping from my nose. Gino tightened his grip around my neck while the other hoodlum kept up the pressure on my arm. I blinked my eyes to try to get them to. I took it in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it like a lollipop and Betty spasmed uncontrollably telling me everytime a wave of orgasm was rushing through her.After about 15 minutes she begged me to stop so she could finally feel my cock inside her. Her exact words were, "please fuck me and fill me with your cum, I need it!" As if I wasn't already turned on beyond belief, this made me shiver.I positioned myself for the entry and rubbed her huge clit with the head of my cock and ran it up. . maine usse kaha Saara apna t-shirt utarona…? She said: Aap hi utar lo…Maine fat se t-shirt or uski bra utar dala aur uske sundar sundar boobs dekhkar main bahot khush huva. Uske balls bahot soft or gol gol the mai usse jor jor se dabane laga. “usne kaha please arman Dheere Dheere, !!””OK Dear” aur mai ahiste se dabane laga, fir maine uske ek boobs ke ek pink nippal ko apne mu me leliya ur jor jor se chosne laga… . Use bhi maza ane laga. Phir usne mujhse kaha aap niche aajao or wo mere upar. "It's OK, baby. Just follow your heart." I could, mommy. But then I would just be pleasing myself. I want it to be good for you. I want to be your lover."She moaned again, and her heat seemed to increase again, the damp spot steadily growing. "And who better to be with the first time than the woman who loves you most, baby?" I nodded, relieved that she was willing to accept an untried and untested youth."I want to take you slowly, mom. To see you sweating and shaking as you orgasm." That drew a.