“Ulti taraf se chudai hogi, iska kya matlab hai maa”“iska matlab hai main tere upar chad ke khud se chudwaungi, kaise chudwaungi? Ye to tu khud ...i thori der ke baad dekh liyo magar, filhal tu niche let aur apna lund khara kar ke rakh fir dekh main kaise tujhe maja deti hu”Main niche let to gaya par ab bhi main soch raha tha ki maa kaise karegi. Maa ne jab mere chehre par hichkichahat ke bhav dekhe to wo mere gaal par ek pyar bhara tamacha lagate hue boli “soch kya raha hai madharchod abhi chup. I knew her patterns, her movements.And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some ways away, since I knewshe was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..fucking rich bitch. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with black boots,her long black hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeralhome...I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside. I normally would have taken her with me,. "Where'd you learn how to dance?" I asked, putting my hands on her lower back. Her cheek was lying just below my chin."The same boyfriend," she said."You going to tell me about him?" I asked."Now? Here?" She looked up at me. "That's probably not a good idea." Why not?" I asked."Because I miss him," she said. "And thinking about him makes me ... emotional." Well, we wouldn't want that," I said."Are you making fun of me?" she asked."No ma'am," I said. "You do not have to kick my ass." You don't. His scrotum was stretched tight against my vaginal opening and it crushed my clit against my pubic bone. When he could go no further, he raised his right hand and slapped my sore ass cheek one more time.His rapid penetration combined with that last slap triggered the most massive orgasm I have had in years. Richard renewed his grip on my hips and started to jack hammer his cock into me.“Oh God! Richard, don’t stop!” I shouted.Almost immediately he started to ejaculate, but he did not slow his.