Wo thoda zatpata ke aalag hone ke Koshish kar rahi thi lekin maine nahi choda our fat se unka sir pakad kar unhe kiss karne laga thoda nakhara karne k...e baad wo b garam hone lagi our muze response dene lagi ab wo b muze kiss kar rahi thi maine unhe ghumaya our unki pith apne taraf karke unke piche khada ho gaya our unke boobs dabane laga ek haat dhire dhire niche khiskate hue unke chut pe le aaya aab wo puri garam ho gayi thi our moun karne lagi Thi aaaaahh rraaajjj oourrr dddaaabaaaaooo jorr. She received no response. She hoped she had not crossed a line. She slipped on her gown and went to prepare dinner. While cooking she received a text, she rushed to her phone, but it was not from him. Some of her friends were going out and were inviting her. She pondered on the idea, but declined the invitation. She was too horny to be out in public. She felt that if she went out, without him, she would do something to lose his trust, and she was too invested in him to do that. She wanted him. The next weekend she brought her husband over. He didn't know anything about what was fixing to happen. I knew what was going on, because I heard them talk about it. After a few drinks my wife whispered into my ear to go put on my black leather g-string with the zipper in the front. She wanted me to give our guest Bob And Rita a show. This was going to be the first time I had ever performed my little sex act in front of a man. I was nervous but I knew he liked to suck his cock. To my surprise. The man looked down at Amy's hand on his wrist, and then up at her face. "That's a strange way to introduce yourself," he said, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. Amy pulled her hand back to her side, instantly regretting that she had said something to this man. She wasn't here for a conversation. She wasn't here to meet a normal man. She was here to fill the emptiness inside. She was at this bar with an appetite for destruction. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Amy asked, cocking her head to.