. Something enters me forcefully, straight in to my wet pussy, filling me, and then it begins to pump me, to fuck me like a dog, like I'm not even the...e, just a piece of meat, a wild animal, a dirty, trashy fuck-slut that needs to be hurt over and over again.... I am pummeled by it, mercilessly pounded deeply, it's using me totally, selfishly, having me carelessly, and it's the most wonderful experience of my life, the jaws clamp tighter than ever on my soft willing body, hurting me more than. Seemingly without effort Jonathon slowly lifted me about two feet so that my head peaked above the fence. Thankful the couples were sideways to the fence otherwise it they would have seen my blond head slowly come in to view. They were uninteresting, but what was amazing was how those hands felt on me. Clasping me yet not squeezing. It was more the way one would hold a c***d. I wanted to be held like that for days but sadly I was slowly lowered to the ground again.Hallie & Jonathon –Well, what. My name is Rahul(fake name), 30 yrs I work Offshore in Middle East, I be in Mumbai for 4 weeks and work for 4 weeks, average build, with 5.7″ size pennis, I have a lust for bhabhi s, I love bhabhis specially with sarees, coming to the story this is about a bhabhi from my neighborhood her name is Kavya(fake name), she’s mother of 2, 1 girl in Jr college & 1 boy studying in school, she’s an housewife, her husband has an business and is always occupied in that only, he’s also a womaniser he has. "But I didn't do that," he said. "Raven did it. Look, she scratched me too." He lifted his chin up and pulled his shirt down, revealing his muscular chest and a long scratch from neck to nipple."Ah," I said, tracing the scratch with my finger, just as he had with mine. "But that doesn't matter. Men need to learn when to de-escalate, she might have gone at you, but you can't go at her back. That's how people get hurt."At this point my hand had traced down to the bottom of the scratch on his.