It had been warm and sunny when she left home in the morning and the forecast had not mentioned rain. Jessie had left her coat at home on the hanger ...and silently cursed to herself again. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get a cab. She lived nowhere near a direct train or bus route and the thought of walking home in the pouring rain, which would take at least ten minutes, played on her mind. What made it worse was that Frank, her husband, had called earlier telling her they were going out that. . you want that I should fuck you slowly, fuck you like you are my bitch or you want me to bang this boy/pussy open. Tell me what you want and seal it with a deep kiss ... ' Looking up at Daniel I thought about Mister Henry at the window watching us and my folks down the hallway. I had no choice but to acquiesce to his wants. I whispered ' ... fuck me like I'm your bitch ...' Daniel said ' ... tell me how and the I want you kiss me, that is if you are my bitch ... ' Trembling beneath Daniel. She took my cock in her hand and guided in her pussy.it was easy due to all the juices.i fucked her speedily & she asked me to slow up as it was hurting her. She moaned ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah fuck me!Fuck me!!!Aryan.i want to be ur rakhel , your slut , ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh.i pumped her for 15 mins and came inside her.she also had her orgasm thrice.we both collapsed on each other . She made me clean and was leaving me.I got a hard on and just caught her hands and. I lightly moved her knees apart and knelt between them, making sure the dangling cock didn’t touch her skin, I didn’t want to give away the surprise! I put one hand on each knee and pushed my palms ever-so slowly up her legs; up over her thighs and under her skirt, I kept pushing up and then realized something.“Hey, you bad girl, you aren’t wearing your panties!” I said with a laugh.“I know, they’re in the wash with the duvet,” she spoke like she was actually explaining herself after being told.