. I simply ask that you tell me all of the details after.”“But what about YOU? She asked. “Are you really getting what it is that you need?”�...�I’m getting exactly what I need” I replied with a smile, “and perhaps even a bit more.”“What does THAT mean?” she asked, with a cross between a playful ask sprinkled with a hint of concern. “Are YOU fucking another woman?”“And if I was?” I questioned, “would you want to know?”“I’m not sure” she replied, “perhaps.”With those words, my wife slid down my body. It is just a fantasy non-consensual erotica with a focus on seduction, corruption, lesbians, lesbian incest, and slut training. I have downloaded most of the pictures from the internet with no real relevance. Sexual acts without consent and Sex Traffickings are real evils in our world and obvious bad. Nor are any stereotypes in this story true. It is just a kinky story. Also, I hope people who add chapters to his story could keep physical violence to a low-level minimum, it is more about. At time she caught me staring at her but still kept on talking without any response .And now comes the fun part,and while talking i said about my gf and how we used to spend time with her and she was telling about her divorce and started to become a little sad.Om seeing her i started to cheer her up came close to her and kept my hands in her shoulders and consoled her and complementing her looks,i said “you are looking so beautiful in this saree” for that she gave a smile and thanked me.To. All I did was give it one kiss on the tip. He groaned very loudly as the cum came shooting out of him. I caught some of it in my mouth, some on my cheek. “Shit,” Drake was whispering to Owen. Tim sat up and looked at me. “I love you.” I couldn’t help grin at that. He grinned back. In spite of myself, I was about to give his spent cock another kiss, maybe lick up that cum still oozing out of him, when Drake grabbed me by my arm and my hair. He stood me up on my feet. “You want my cum, too,.