I was on autopilot now.He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips... and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me. For taking me lightly and for treating his mom like shit. So in a dirty way, we both were having our revenge on this prick.“Ammi! Ye kya kar rahi ho! Tumhe koi lihaz nahi hai.”“Chup kar saale nalayak kahi ke. Aapni aami ki izzat tho karta nahi! Kamse usse thoda satisfaction to paa lene de jo tera namard abbu nahi de pata.”“Aarif beta aaj tho yahi baith ke dekhega ki kaise hum teri maa chut ko chod chod ke bhosada banate hein. yaha se hila bosedk tho gaand mar dunga teri aur lock up me daal. Fareh ki legs meri back par aisay wrapped thein keh mujhay ousko chodnay mein mushkil nahi ho rahi thi. Her nails were clawed on my back making me fuck her more like a beasty animal pounding her as if to damage and destroy instead of enjoying the smooth serene lovemaking. Mein daikh sakta tha the look on her face had changed from pain to all pure ecstasy. Meri aawaz nahi nikli magar mujhay lutf buht aa raha tha aur yeh bhi feel ho raha tha keh jaisay mera lorha kisi machine mein aa gaya ho aur. " "You're not. It's important you understand that. I love my wife. We're now leading an eccentric lifestyle, but that hasn't changed the fact that I love her and I always will love her." "I appreciate your honesty." "Still want to be a slut?" "More than ever." "Even though I'm a happily married man?" “Yes, in fact knowing that you're an honest happily married man makes it feel safer. I don't think you'll hurt me." "I'll try very hard not to do that. "I believe you." Maureen and I smiled at each.