Kabhi meri jeebh uske munh ke andar kabhi uski jeebh mere munh ke andar. fer mene thodi si man mani krte huye apna hath uske boobs pe rakha and usse l...tta diya and dabata rha and woh siskariyan bharti rahi. fer mene uski t-shirt ke button khole and uska boob nikala bra se bahar and jab chusna shuru kiya maano uski fuddi mein aag lag gyi woh puri garma ho chuki thi and usne meri shorts mein hath dala and mere laurhe ko apne hath mein liya and muth marne lgi.Mene bhi fer uski choot ko chune ke. I muffle my cries with the pillow. He is merciless. He gives me twenty strokes before throwing the belt aside and trying to bugger me. His penis is too dry. I tell him "Wait!" turn around and with my mouth, my saliva get him wet. Then I resume position, and he enters me, violently. I scream into the pillow. He slaps my ass, hard. This is his third time in as many hours. It takes him a long time to climax. When he finally does, he pulls out and, spent, sits on the bed. I remain in position for a. He could be secretive and sneaky. He spent money that he shouldn’t have. But he doted on her and would never have strayed. She was caught between two worlds and Linda knew it. Mike was the first man she had ever loved but the money and the illicit thrills of her other life were a huge temptation. Mr. Foswell had made several unwanted overtures and his price kept rising, but he was an exception – Linda wouldn’t have slept with him for any amount of money. There was something about him that. Almost…..mmmm….there.His cock suddenly felt different, I felt different. I didn’t understand. Then it came to me, my vagina had adjusted to take his extra length, it had to be that, because it was impossible for a cock to enter my cervix, that isn’t possible, so my body did what it had to, and fucking shit, I was coming again.My legs ached, I ached. He pulled his cock out of me, he still hadn’t cum. I was bathed in sweat. He looked at me with his cold eyes, looked through me was a better.