Her knew her fears, both those she had told him and those she held back. He knew how fiercely she wanted to avoid feeling the stabbing pains of isolat...on and betrayal, and how gut-wrenchingly awful it would feel when her desperate attempts to cling to companionship and external emotional validation ultimately failed. And the world would have failed her again, just as she knew it would. He thought of the Greek myth of Sisyphus, forever rolling his boulder up the hill and his smile widened.“Good. Aur ye khani mere aur mera ghar me rehna wali pengusste ki hai. Uska naam seema hai uski umar 21 saal hai uska figure 30 24 26 hai aur mere lund ka size 7 inch hai aur 3 inch mota hai ye bata aaj se 3 mahine phela ki hai .jab mere gharwala shadi me gaya tha aur mere paper chal reha tha jise ke karna me nhi jaa paya.Aur phela mere mana me use ke liya galat nhi tha. But ek din jab mai ghar par tha tu muhje se maths difficult pucha ne ayi thi. use bata raha tha aur mere najar uske boobs par gayi.. Blast... my... pussy... nnnnnowwwwww!" My cock spewed great loads of cum into her. Her own orgasm rocked us. She writhed under me, nipples distended, nyloned legs shaking, wrapped tightly around my waist, mouth pressed to mine, thrusting her hips like a whore. I pumped, she thrust, demanding the maximum pleasure, we went at each other again building those giant orgasms of mutual passion and lust. This was fucking at its very best. No strings, no games, just rutting. The pleasure of fucking. The intense hammerings push her rhythmically back and forth against Katie’s clit and pussy lips, despite the girl’s quiet protests.“Yeahh,” The Captor says as he slams into the redhead. “Thass right, feels good, don’t it?” His cock drills the redhead as he watches Katie intently, getting off to her forced pleasure.She looks away as she tries to avoid his lustful stare. Her mind fills with disgust knowing he is watching and getting off to this. Katie’s mind fills with shame, replacing the.