This is our garden. Where we meet when we close our eyes. As we drift off to sleep, we are transported here. Sometimes in this dream, I can never make... it to him. I walk and walk, but never get any closer to him. Other times I get close to him, but then his image fades away from me. Tonight, however, is the right night. I close my eyes and I’m immediately in our garden. Full of yellow roses. I can smell them as I inhale. I can feel them as my hand reaches out and grazes over them. I can hear the. What her ass feels like. Sell her to me through the words as to why I should waste my time on such a piece of fuck meat. What makes her so special from all the others out there. She listens as her husband describes to me why I should use her for my pleasure. He is a good salesman describing in detail the things she can do, the way her pussy feels, what she is good at and enjoys and what she does not.At my instruction he grabs her by the back of her neck and pushes her bent over from the waist.. It tore away any remaining inhibitions; now all that mattered was coming, and it happened with an ease she never would have believed. She couldn't even say "Fuck me" now, only moan and cry out as the comedown between climaxes grew more and more brief. She was drenched with sweat and her own juices. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clutching him as if he were a life preserver in a storm, biting into his shoulder, climaxing over and over. Until he whispered raggedly, "You don't want this. Uski gand laal ho chuki thi khuki mere hatho ne chante maar maar ke laal jo kar diya tha.lol. wo time seema ka face rone jesa ho gaya tha. wese hi wo thakgayi aur boli chalo jaldi karo na muje jana he. mene haste hue kaha ki seema pahele thoda suck karo na land.usne gusse se kaha tum muje maar daloge ese kahete hi wo land ko mu me lekar suck karne lagi.meto jese saatme asman pe tha.wo bahot najuk hatho se land ko daba daba ke muse khichti aur uska hath mere land ko daba raha tha aurLand mu me.