Ek din maine just baat baat main usse uska pic manga n usne send kiya main dekhta hi rah gaya. She is damn hot, awesome figure 34-34-36 ka usne sari p...heni thi wo bhi halki pink color ki jisme uska cleavage saf dikh raha tha maine jam ke tarif ki wo khus hui aur maine uski age puchi she said 35 mujhe yakeen nahi hua 35 main hi itns jabardast item bahut acche se maintain kiya tha usne apne aap ko, pata chaka early age main shadi huui but divorce bhi ho gaya jab 25 ki this tab se akeli hai, maine. I had seen his big brother’s ass in the showers and I used to jerk off thinking about fucking that ass many times. But as usual he was straight and I had the chance to get nasty with the younger brother. In a match, I got kicked somewhere between the tighs and fell down to receive another blow on my face, I was immediately sent to the locker room by myself to find a first aid kit to take care of the rip on my eyebrow. I took of my bloody shirt and put a bandage on the rip. I lied on a bench. Taste and nuzzle and moan and, well, wank and probe and, the frenzy builds. Hips buck pounding into teeth as if to tease with pain. Sweat pours onto the bedspread as legs writhe. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Ruby cusses, “you better cum in my mouth”! “Make me, cunt,” he chuckles, slamming two fingers into her vagina, one in her ass and lashing his thumb across her clit. “Wanna,” he murmurs huskily, slamming his pelvis into her mouth? She bucks a yes and his right hand encircles her waist pulling. My punishment was to be 48 hard strokes and I started by smearing the thorns with tiger balm. In this way the balm would be pressed into the open wounds with each stroke and add to my pain. I had tried a very small portion of it on my clit the night before so I realized perfectly well how devilishly it could burn. But it added very much to my excitement as I was playing with myself that night.I found the safest place for my self-punishment to be the bathroom. Of course I expected some blood. I.