Don't i make you feel good when i kiss you?" "Yes, you do." I sniffed, feeling like i was going to cry again. "Now, you know i love you and i don't li...e to hurt you, but if i don't, bad things will happen to me. You better go." He kissed me and sent me on my way. Matt started fucking me in all kinds of positions, but he seemed to favor tying my legs to the headboard. He also started taping me, telling me to call him daddy for the camera and cuddle my stuffed animal. He also started spanking. I'm laying there nude in the park knowing anyone can come along and find me this starts to turn me on again I grab my phone wrap it in another condom dial the number again the phone starts vibrating again so I push it in I reattach the bulldog clips to my nipples and clit I decide not to touch myself this time I grab my erotic book out of my bag and start to read it I'm laying here naked phone on my pussy getting more and more aroused I reach a really filthy section of the book I start moaning. Me byk thoda tej chalta hu to bhabhi mjhe peeche se pakad ke bethi thi tabhi speed breaker aaya aur mene jaan booch ke speed breaker pe jor ke break maare bhabhi poori mere upar aa gayi maa kasam wo pal bhabhi ke doodh mjhe mehsus hue land khada ho gaya bhabhi ne kaha abhay dhyan se phie me bhabhi ko leke ganga ji aa gayaunhone waha darshan kiya phir mene bhabhi se kaha 1 cup coffe ho jaye phir bhabhi ko leke me cofee cafee gaya meri najar bhabhi ke boobs par hi thi shyad bhabhi bhi taad gayi. Not something that one ever wrote poetry about. "After a while you run out of fresh words to rhyme with 'fuck'. You know, there are the obvious words like 'suck' and 'muck', but not long you start resorting to words like 'duck'. And you know, I may be broad-minded but I'm not as broad-minded as that. You know what I mean?" Not really," admitted Albert. "But 'sex poetry'. What exactly is it?" Poems about sex. The before. The after. The during. The wanting. The missing. The having. You know.".