My tender man hole around his shaft was suddenly stretched to the maximum and it hurt. I yelped softly but he stayed buried to the hilt, allowing me t... accept his thickness. Martin tensed and twitched inside me and our eyes met, and still no words passed between us. He had me in his power and I was happy to be there. His hips pulled back, my ass lips pouting over the retreating cock, only for him to push his cock right back until I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks. My whole body seemed to. I was looking at her face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her boobs were bouncing a little.I did not know what to do but I continued fucking her. She was begging me to stop saying “aahhhaahhh aahhh aaaahhhhhhh aahhhhhhhh hhhaaaaaa hhhhaaaa aaappuuu aappuuu” (stop stop) but I did not stop. I fucked her like that for 5-10 minutes. She did not stop resisting. I was kissing her on her lips and fucking her. With each stroke of my dick, she was crying even more. My things were hitting her. Mujhe abhi tak yaad hai ki jab main 18 saal ka hua to doston ki sangat main mujhe pata chala ki b/f bhi koi cheese hoti hai. Maine apne doston ke sath kai baar dekhi bhi. Baada maza aata tha. Man karta tha ki kahin koi mil jaye to use apne bistar par le jaun. Who mauka bhi aagya. Ek din hum doston ne bahar picnic par jaane ka programme banaya. Who 2 din ka programme tha. Mere ek dost ka shimla se upar pahadiyon main ek farm house tha. Hum sab ek jeep main sawar ho kar wahan pahunche to wahan ka. He was not sure that someone like her could be called that. She was everything but. She butchered his people, ate like an orphaned child, and cursed like a sailor. She was most certainly anything but an Angel. And yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. It was true. He hadn’t been able to. As those greenish-brown eyes had watched him intensely, he too had watched her. Analyzing her every facial expression and every bit of her body language. She reminded him of something beautiful but deadly.