DiCapra's attention from behind the paper."Why?" she said in a tiny, but raspy, little girl voice, her tears flowing freely now. "Why do you hate me s...o much? Are you ashamed of me?"As Anthony DiCapra watched, his wife also broke down into tears. But neither woman made a move to the other."It's not you, sweetheart," Diana said. "It's me. I'm ashamed that you look that way because of me." How is that possible?" Mickey said, angry now. "I have massive boobs. You've got next to nothing. Are you. Khali kar dena uske mooh ke andar.”(Fill up her mouth. Empty yourself in her mouth)Mallika smiled and nodded. I resumed my fucking and within a minute flooded her mouth with my semen. I withdrew. She swallowed a mouthful of my sperm. She smacked at the strands of semen that lined her full lips and lapped them up.“Very salty. Main pehli baar sperm pee rahi hoon. Acha lag raha hai. Lekin mooh mein bahut dard ho raha hai.”(I am drinking sperm for the first time. I am liking it. But my mouth is. I never relented, forcing the police, noble in their misguided efforts to stop me, to hit me with the tazer until I passed out. *** I sat curled up on my bed, not twelve hours from being tossed into the jail. I had awoken, a clear circle around me. I was avoided by everyone in that cell. Apparently the news of just how much it had taken to drop me had been imparted to my cell mates, and none of them looked like they wanted to be the direction of my ire. Not even the especially thuggish looking. Though it doesn't seem fair. Feels like a bait and switch technique to me."She giggled with delight, took my hand, and led the way downstairs to the kitchen. I sat and watched as she brewed a pot of coffee, admiring her pert ass, which was delectably apparent through the see-through fabric of the sarong wrapped around her hips. When she turned, the magnificent swell of her tits with their luscious nipples caught my eye.My cock sprang to attention, threatening to rip through my shorts. I decided.