Main ek gaon se hoon isleye meri sex ke baare main jaankari jyaada nahi hai to mujhe jo bhi sex mere pati se milta main santoost thi lekin ek din mere...pati ek blue film lekar aaye usme hero ka lund bahoot bada tha uske comparison main mere pati ka lund bahoot hi chota tha, ab story sooru hoti hai. Blue film ke lund ko dekhne ke baad mere mun main bhi bade lund ko dekhne ki our usse chudwane ki lalak bad gaye mera mun bade lund ki talash main ider udher bhatak raha tha ki ek din mere pati ne. The boys knew to back off once I got home at night or maybe they were just all fucked out to care. Lisa for her part could barely speak in whole sentences most nights. After going through so many pairs of soiled underwear from all the loads of sperm, she finally just went without. Seems like Lisa was constantly walking around with an old rag she used to wipe up small puddles of cum that frequently escaped down her legs. She took lots of showers and was usually in bed and asleep before 8, at. I got off the bed and walked over to my brother who backed away from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me. He tried to turn away from me, but I had a firm grip on his hands. I could see the pain in his eyes that I had caused him. He would never admit it, but I had a feeling he was struggling desperately to keep from crying, I had hurt him that badly. Knowing that I had to do something to tear down that barrier that had come between us, I cupped his face in my hands and forced him to. (Not a great retreat, I did not understand what had happened to me, at that moment on I found something. I like to have a good time, have fun, tease men, but which I have never reached. Now I want to be a dirty bitch, a whore to be fucked in all holes, humiliated, beaten, called dirty words. I wanted this.)Osama went around me,, approached from behind and began to play with my tail. He quickly pulled out a butt plug inserted back, slapped on the ass, laughed saying great whore. My husband took.