At this point, I was seriously in lust and dangerously close to being uncontrollably in love. I dreamed I could spend all of my waking hours for the r...est of my life watching this beautiful lady smoking her pipes and cigars, going for daily rides, and having our wonderful conversations. And the nights of ecstasy! How could I ever give this up? I knew I had to, but I kept the thought from my mind. The week went too quickly and the idea of an end was beginning to darken my thoughts. I felt like. It was not enough anymore to satisfy the physical need, he wanted to see her taken away by her own pleasure, wanted to own that moment of absolute abandon - wanted her to gift him with it. With the strength of the almost visceral chorus of Carmina Burana he lifted her in his arms, bedded her on the satin sheets, covered her body with his. He wanted her to feel the side of his body against her skin, feel the harder planes, the rougher texture as a counterpoint to her own sweetness. Her breasts. It is one amazingly long and powerful come. I absolutely love it when a woman comes. I quickly move from behind her and plant my feet so I am standing near her head. “Keep diddling yourself babe, we’re just getting started!” I say as I grab her by the hair, raising her head above the height of the table. My wife hates any form of aggression and I have pulled her hair but once. The fallout was far less pleasurable than the act itself. However, I find it to be quite exciting and intense in this. Usne mujhe propose kia or maine haan bol diya or hum heart jeet gaye. Usne kaha chalo celebrate karte hai aur bola bahut din ho gaye humne dhang se baat ni ki hai; uske paas uske dost ke flat ki keys thi so hum flat pe aa gaye.Flat pe aate hi usne darwaja band kar dia or ghutno pe beth ke mujhe propose karne laga, maine haan bol diaa or vo utha or bola ki vo hamare riste ko next level pe le jana chahta hai main pehle toh mana karti rahi par usne mujhe bahut bbaar kehke mana lia or mujhe lips pe.