' She gazed at me, as she humped him deeper, her arms relaxed above her head as he fucked her. Our eyes locked and I watched her move, her hips rockin... against his. Her swollen cunt lips stretched around his big black cock with every stroke and she watched me and smiled. He was deep and she ground her clit against him. She was fucking him, holding his hips, cumming on his big cock. Her eyes closed and she curled into his embrace and kissing him deeply, cumming in spasms. David moaned. His mouth. I was crying on the inside but I wasn't about to punk out now. He continued to suck on my tits for another 15 minutes or so,then he pushed me back onto the bed and told me not to move. Here I am looking up at the ceiling wondering what the fuck is he going in the drawer to get. I should have taken the opportunity to haul ass but I didn't. Then I feel the cold metal around my ankles. "What the fuck! I cry out. "Ssssh Bitch!" he whispers. I settle down and he kisses me on the forehead. He tells. Mujhe bahut acha lag raha tha.Maa ka paseena aur unki chut ka paani dono mix ho rahe the. Wo ab apni gaand uchaal-uchaal kar chut chatwa rahi thi. Wo baar-baar bol rahi thi-Maa: Daana choos mera aahh, daana choos.Lekin mujhe pata nahi tha, ki kaise karna hai. Fir wo mere ko boli-Maa: Apne daanto se meri chut ki faanko ko alag kar aur andar jeebh daal.Maine waise hi kiya, aur jeebh se unhe chodne laga. Fir thodi der baad wo jhad gayi, aur unka saara paani maine apne muh mein le liya. Bahut acha. I leaned on an elbow to reach out for it in the bright-noon, sun-filled room. A text from Karen: Need to meet with you asap. What is this? Her message was too quick, too stern. Something was wrong. She must want to tell me how foolish we were. She must be figuring out a way to regain dignity. Oh I feel like such an idiot. What a whore. Why did I follow along? I should have just left after the wine. What is wrong with me? I’m such a slut! I must be going through a post-divorce stage, sowing.