The teenager’s legs tremble when he takes a deep, hard thrust and starts to grind inside her. He resumes thrusting again, increasing his rhythm, enj...oying the feeling of his balls hardening and tightening up against his body. He can imagine himself getting the little bitch pregnant over and over again, starting a little family. But he wouldn’t let her raise them. No. It would be him and his wife doing the raising. Melody would only serve as a means of play and pregnancy.With his eyes closed, his. He was also a nice person and very fond of me and always stared towards me when Shashi was not there and he used to come to see me by smallest reason too like reading newspaper or watching TV. First, I ignored him but he started coming often. I ignored him. After some days of my delivery I was not satisfied in sex and due to Shashi’s promotion he had lot of work and returned late nights and was very tired. When I asked him something like going to market or somewhere he used tell me take the car. He heard his own yelps, his gasps, his sobs of grateful surprise, and in them the satisfaction of the woman's desire.The pointed sticks were jabbing randomly now, his abdomen, his legs, his trussed, uplifted balls. When the last, he shrieked, tried to proclaim his servitude, his breathless need to give Aunt Paula everything. He spoke, but it didn't sound like words. A gruff, misshapen croaking was all. Aunt Paula understood that he was offering his life.But her voice was music. "I'm going to. I felt like a man possessed at this point. I lifted my wife’s legs and began to lick her pussy slowly, running my tongue up and down and using my fingers to massage her clit. My wife was begging me to fuck her. I asked her if she would like an old BBC to fuck her. She said yes. The more she said says to remarks about a BBC, the more I increased the sucking of her pussy. I sooooo want her to have an old BBC inside her. As my wife started to cum, I stood up and spread her legs wide and.