Tabhi bahan boli Bhaiya mummy kitni der me aayegi to maine kaha mummy abhi 1 ghante se pahle nahi aayegi to vo khush ho gai or mere hotho ko chusne la...gi ab maine apni bahan se kaha suman apne kapre uttar do to vo khari ho kar apne kapre uttarne lagi is bich maine bhi apni barmuda uttar di or hum dono pure nange ho gaye suman mere lund ko dekh kar hairan rah gai or boli bhaiya Aapka to bahoot bara or mota hai to maine usse puch tere pati ka kitna hai to vo boli uska aapse chota orpatla hai bahan. I got home from work around 6 PM Friday. I could tell my wife had been drinking since she was acting like a total bitch. She immediately got into my face and we got into a big fight. Then she ran to our bedroom and slammed the door closed behind her. I went to the door, opened it a little and peeked in. She was drinking straight from a fifth of vodka, her favorite. I knew how much fun she could be when she was really drunk, even passed out, so I softly closed the door and let her drink. I went. His lips trembled open in anticipation, the obvious bulge in his pants twitching slightly. Her hands slid to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, almost torturously. Her fingers then moved to the clasp of his pants, flipping it open and drawing down the zipper. His cock strained free, pressing against the flimsy fabric of his boxer shorts in a desperate attempt for release. She brushed her fingers over the cloth-covered tip, reveling in the sounds she could draw from him through the smallest of. She never told anyone about the incidents...but that was as much to keep the fact that she had been secretly, shamefully thrilled when each man had finished cumming inside her.Kim feels her pussy beginning to lubricate now, and she knows that she'll soon have no control over when she cums, as her vagina just seems to give in to any man that so much as looks at it the right way. Her struggles become more frenzied, but eventually her fists pounding against my chest and face turn to claws, tearing.