He just pounded me. I was his. For his pleasure and he didn’t care if I got anything from it or not. Hammer his cock in and out. Fuck my cunt. I was...just a bitch. To be used whoever he wanted. And I loved it. Giving myself to an animal who treated me as an object of pleasure. How thoroughly deliciously disgusting.When he had finally finished with me. I was finally spent too. I crawled into the bathroom and put the shower on. I sat on the floor and let the water shower down upon and over my body. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled. She smelled of her shampoo and soap and another indescribable smell that was all her own. He shook her lightly ‘Come on. I’m going to make sure the fire’s out and lock up. Maybe you want to unpack?’ Maria sighed again, ‘Okay.’ But this time she slowly rose from his lap and headed into the house. Peter adjusted his crotch before making his rounds of the house. He doused the last of the fire, checked the doors and shut all the lights before heading. Skin tight t-shirt pahenti thi wo .Ek din wo ghar pe aayi tab meri biwi nah ne gayi thi or ghar ose nahne mai thod ajayda time lagata tha, fir mene dolly ko kaha tum thoda wait karo wo nah rahi hai mere yaha pe betho wo beth gayi or boli ki sam bhai aap ko office nahi jana hai mene kaha nahi jana hai aaj chutti hai , aaj ghar pe rahuga mai , mai os waqt t.v dekh raha tha mere nazer oske boobs pe thi , achanak t v mai ek kiss sin aa gaya koi english pic ka me wo ghoor ke dekh raha tha or wo bhi. "Wriggling along her flesh, her son dipped his face and began to kiss her throat, her collarbone. She stroked his hair and shoulders, moving onto her back and parting her legs so he could fit his body between her hungry thighs. When he reached her tits Lauralee squirmed and worked slowly on down to her belly, nipping the skin and laving it wetly with his not tongue.She quivered at the stirring of his breath in her pubic hair, and her labia seemed to reach up, to part of their own accord..