CRACK!Her voice sang as she thanked me, her entire body spasming, the car rocking. I cracked her again and again. Every time, my pussy clenched as I s...avored her moans and gasps. Her ass wiggled, clenching, burning with red stripes. More and more juices flooded down her thighs as she grew wetter and wetter.Pleasure burned down my shaft. The tip ached as I stroked it. My pussy clenched so hard, the pressure building in me. I groaned, cracking the belt so hard, so fast on her ass as I jerked my. .thank you.i know that it's just a matter of time until i'm besieged by stupid fuk sht crap and once again crave the danger but still...thank you.actually, the most dangerous of options A, B or C is definitely C. just wandering about in some random, miscellaneous neighborhood has proven to be the most risky of all nocturnal endeavors. even in a seemingly safe situation, location, whatever... that's where the random and unpredictable lies in wait...like the freaky, substance soaked, regular. Last summer me hamara haridwar or rishikesh jane ka program bana family k sath bua ji bhi ghr aayi hui thi bua k ladke ki newly sadhi hui thi bua ki family bhi sath jana ka program ban gya .Sunday raat ko hum delhi se nikle maine mere friend se car xchnge krke uski innova le li main car drive krne laga aage papa bathe the bich wali seat pe mom bua ji bua ki ladki or last wali seat per aarti bhabhi (name chnge ) or bhaiya bath gye mujaffarnager me jaam tha vha 3 ghnte lag gye 3 bje chuke the car. Had she given up?I glanced up to the screen myself. The film had moved out of the cinema and the husband and wife were walking through a field of long grass. I had no idea how they had got there. But who cares. They were now surrounded by a group of youths and the gang leader had just walked over to the wife and currently had hold of her hand. He led her away whilst the rest of the youths took a firm hold of her husband. I looked back at my wife. Her lips were parted and pudgy man's hand was.