Him and her. Crack. The pain of her ass filled her. White pain, pure and beautiful. She realized she wanted more. Arched up for him. Crack. Low a...ain. She half-screamed. A tear slipped down the side of her face. Crack. It was hurting now. The skin on her ass throbbed. She panted, her body sweating and sweating, her ass feeling like it was roasting in the country air. Crack. Crack. What number was it? God, she had no idea. Didn’t think she would make it. Crack. Crack. Another low one,. "Right, push it up" she said as she rolled on to her knees and presented him with a pair of buttocks between which lay an apparatus of procreation in virulent form. His moment had come. It was time for him to perform and he intended to do a job commensurate with his own feelings of respect for his nubile partner.As he got to his knees and gently pushed his penis inside his ephemeral mate, there came a ecstatic sound from a series of pillows down beneath where her head lay buried. Looking to the. “You made her cum hard, stud.” I patted his wet dick as I moved over him. “Did you see how much she loved your cock?”“Yeah,” he said, his voice deep but still a little shell-shocked. I mean, he was surprised he could fuck me tonight, and then to get the girl he truly fantasized about... “I could tell, Daddy,” Kimmy said, her two small breasts forming twin hillocks on her chest, these little mounds topped by her blushing-pink nipples. “You enjoyed my pussy so much.”“He paid enough for it,” I. Mai usse apni bike par bithakar Khargar le gaya. Waha ek garden par hum baith gaye. Phir maine usse apne bare mein bataya. Usse baat karke mujhe pata chala who kafi depressed lady hai. Uski marriage life bahut buri chal rahi thi.Maine socha yeh waqt sahi nahi hai usse seduce karne kaa. Iss tarah hum 2 month tak har Sunday ko milne lage aur ache dost ban gaye. Baaki din hum phone par hi baat karte the. Phir main ek din phone par himmat karke usse keh diya ke how is your sex life going. Who pehle.