“My God, I’ve come!” she shoutedand thrashed violently while scratching the man’s backwith her fingernails. “You prick! ...You made me come!”She locked her arms and legs around him as if to ridehis penis.This obviously didn’t slow the thin man but spurred himon to feverishly fuck her as fast and as deeply as hepossibly could. He began to grunt with each stroke andit seemed he was trying to go deeper inside of her thanwas physically possible. Raising. Inch by thick inch slowly filling you.I feel your breath on my shoulder as you bury your face against me. Your soft moans escaping as I hold deep inside you. As your body adjusts to my thick cock inside you, you lift your head back and look me in the eyes, “Fuck me, Nick.”I push you down onto your back on the table and lift your legs. The dress and you a complete hot mess, your breasts spilling out, nipples catching on the dress as I start to push my cock in and out of your hot pussy. Lifting. Divya continued with a much stern tone – Tell me should I wear this for him? Do you want me to dress like a slut and then get fucked by him?Mayank – Yes, yes. Wear it.Divya – I am feeling lazy, undress me and then dress me.Mayank still couldn’t understand what got into her. I am watching the true cuckold come out of him so that he never tries to be an alpha male later.Divya – Come on, undress your wife and dress her up to be a slut or else we are leaving this place.Mayank stood up, came close. Nobody has to know.” He circled his palm on her knee area and rubbed a little higher.Simliya cried a little louder now, knowing what Stephen wanted from her. “Please leave me,” her voiced squeaked through her tears filled cries. “Or I could take you into custody right now and things may get uglier. This way nobody gets to know nothing.” Her crying did not stop.He held her face and made her look at him. “What did you say your name was?” Stephen asked. “Silmiya” I jumped as both looked my way..