My arms still wrapped around your waist, and your hands running up and down my back, experiencing the feel of the open lace against my skin. My tongue...darts out and runs slowly along the inside of your lips, and I hear a soft moan. I trail my tongue over to your ear lobe, and gently down your neck. Nuzzling my face up against the junction of your neck and shoulder. Our embrace tightens, and we get lost for a few moments in the warmth and passion of it. Your hands move off to my shoulders, and. Precum was oozing out of it as I was staring at those super hot pornstars riding a dick. I was stroking my dick, moaning out in pleasure, but also trying hard not moan very loud, I didn’t want Shreya to hear me. I was lost in playing with my dick when I suddenly heard a sound.Ahem ahem, what the hell do you think you are doing?it was Shreya, she caught me masturbating.Shit, I am , I am sorry Shreya, I forgot to lock the doorYour precum is on my brothers laptop. I will tell dad about it.Please. We have been married for the past 12 years, no great sex life, my wife being very conservative did not like giving blow jobs, or letting me down on her, just functional, but she got the attention wherever she went, this she was very conscious off either in a saree, or in a skirt, or in her shorts or in her jeans, she has the perfect cut and the right bounce, and shocked many when they found out she was married and had two big k**s of her own.My flight landed back in Mumbai by 11-15 am , I tried. He then grabbed firmly onto each of her hips and rammed his big cock back into her from behind. Several minutes had nearly passed and Mike said to her, “Tell me what a slut you are. I want to hear you tell me to fuck you.” “Fuck me. Fuck me,” Ann desperately cried out. “Louder you slut,” Mike said as he grabbed the back of Ann’s hair and he pulled her head up off the sheets. “Fuck me. Fuck me you bastard,” Ann now loudly cried out. Ann no longer could take it and she began to scream out.