My left check erupts as the salt of my tears gets into the scratches. My breathing is shallow and fast, each thrust drives the air from my lungs. With...each withdrawal, I suck in a new breath, I near the point of hyperventilation. He’s discharged, even so, he continues to force his cock inside me, all the way inside until his balls bounce off my pussy.The man pulls my top up until my bare chest is exposed to the fridge nights air and cold, rough bricks. My nipples and budding tits mash against. Ghar par ammi k alawa nahi ha baqi sab gaya huwa hain main ammi k neend ki goli nashtay main dadatti hon phir kar lana main na kha ammi ko neend ki goli dane ki koi. Zarorat nahi ha kion k wo gari neend soti hain kal phir kar lain gal akin us mujh ko us waqt bay k us ki mama nindh ki goli khati hain kion k unh ki tabiyat theek nahi ha . Main nay raat ko unhay do golian di the main na pocha k goli kon sit hi usna batay lexotanil ki . Main na kaha k phir ap k papa tou wo boli bachay or abou. " Alex extended his hand to George."George and Beverly Morgan," said George."And, you, of course, are JJ Johnson." Alex blushed. "I'm a big football fan."JJ beamed. "Yes sir, I'm JJ and this here is my wife Ingrid."All eyes turned toward the other young couple. He had sun bleached blond hair, a dark tan, and muscles that bulged under his tee shirt, a real beachcomber type. She was clearly the taller of the two, even while sitting. Long tanned legs projected from under a very short skirt and. It’s not an overt suggestion of anything improper, just a simple invitation that may or may not lead to other things.“Mmm, thanks,’ she said with no hesitation, turning the dryer off.We sat and made small talk.“We used to live down here,” she said eventually. “I had the back bedroom. It was always hot, even with the fan.”“Still is,” I said, standing up to give her the tour. She popped straight into the room, which I used for storage, although it still contained a double bed, which she sat.