She's forcing her jeans back up around her waist and securing them, expertly, with one hand. First the zipper and then the button. She turns to me, da...k glasses so I can't see her eyes and says, "You have to wait until I tell you you can fuck me, faggot."My wife has never called me a faggot before, but I have to admit it turned me on. I could only say, "Yes, Angie."I had been so caught up in my wife's pussy, her rude mouth, so sexy, that I didn't notice her pulling up to a brick building. She. She's very mean. I thought sport was supposed to be fun, not some sort of torture and amusement for the teacher."I was probably pushing it with that, but I was annoyed, and getting tired of constantly getting shafted no matter what I did. The woman in the corner was now watching us more closely. Her eyebrows went up at my comment."Yet you managed to complete her task. You thought outside the box, and used your innate skills to accomplish her purposefully impossible task." I suppose." I was. .ab me samaj gaya ki samne se signal mil raha he fir uske boobs pe rapnahath rakh kar usko Jorjor se dabane laga wo apne hoth ko danto se kat rahi thi aur apne pair se merapair jod ke aanti mar dithi jab mene uske chut me hath dalna chaha to usneisare se na bol diya mene hath waha se hata liya esa karte karte surat aane kitaiyari thi me vadacha tak aa chuka tha..ab mene apna number wo aunty ko dediya usne bhi muskurate hua le liya surat station per utre vaha uske koirelation wala ladka usko. Please...fuck me.” she asked again, this time in an almost-inaudible whisper. Slowly my cock entered her pussy as she muffled a scream of passion of pleasure. “Let me cum...Please...Let me squirt all over...” she begged me. I fucked her until it seemed like we'd both pass out the pleasure as she began to squirt as I kept on fucking her. I was almost there, but I could go more if she pleased; I was young and virile and I surely had no trouble pleasing a woman like that. We both panted like we'd.