Around 2 am at midnight, Nisha goes to her sister’s room and expresses her about marriage decided by mother. Both the sisters cuddle and start cryin....Disha: Sis, let’s run away from home. I know where dad’s credit cards are kept.Nisha: Get it fast. Till that time I will pack both our bags.Disha: How will we get down from the window?Nisha: Let’s connect ends of all bed sheets and fix it to the bed legs.Getting small scratches both get down safely. Nisha and Disha approach towards the main. First, I felt Rob pull my head into his groin, and with a loud grunt, he buried his cock in my throat, and what seemed like a huge load of cum flowed into my throat. I began gulping to keep up with the flow, but the sheer volume of cum forced some out of my mouth, to run down his cock. The taste and excitement of my receiving a tasty load in my mouth set off my own orgasm, resulting in my load being shot out onto the bedding below, and my colon, as usual, contracting rhythmically, milking Jim’s. She wanted not to feel what she was feeling. But every degradation, every insult, was arousing her. She tried to deny it. I can’t be turned on by this! Oh, fuck!She wished the thug would just **** her. She didn’t want him playing with her. Yet he continued his play.His finger, now drenched and slippery from her juice, slipped out of her pussy. He began rubbing up toward her asshole. She shivered.“In the ass, huh? That’s where you want it, right? In the ass? Whore?”He pulled her hair. I’d receive compliments at work on my new skirt or blouse. I’d catch a few clients or coworkers looking at me, staring at my body, as if they wanted it. Admittedly, this was somewhat of a turn on. No one looked at me like that anymore. I thought about how all the hours in the gym paid off. Sadly, Kirk never noticed. For around four years, all I did was befriend, playfully flirt with the various black men I worked with and worked for. While Kirk was at home, sleeping, I’d be attending a huge.