I could not remember the last time that I had sex with a woman other than my wife. Lavern was easy to fuck and very cooperative too. Her breasts were ...soft and full, her belly was not too round, and her pussy certainly needed some attention. Apparently it had been a couple of years since she had a man in her bed. Her knees were up and my cock was in just as far as it could go when I fired my first stream of cum into her. She started humping up at me and calling out my name while she thanked. Hell, I can barely call with her poor service. I guess it's our fault by choosing a bad carrier known for poor service internationally just to save money. Half the time all I get is a voicemail. During the times she picks up all I get is static."God damn connection". I can't even get a hold of my own wife. I tried calling again and again, but I got nowhere. I didn't expect anything different. We planned on calling each other at certain times during the day, but there's no way that's going to. Ab maine apne phone ko bed ke pass ke table pe set kiya aur maami ko phone ke focus pe, aur maami ki chut me do ungali ghusai, achanak se hue is halchal se maami ekdum se uchal padi aur ” aah aah aaarramm seeee amaaa aaraaam se ” moan karne lagi. Maami ki chut bahut saalo se shant thi to ab do ungali usse bardast nahi ho Paa rahi thi, ab mai mast fingering kar raha tha aur maami aahe bhar rahi thi ” aah aahh aaahh maaa aaahhha aaahh ” ab dheere dheere maami ki aahe kam hone lagi, maine do ki. Her cheeks flushed as the last of her gown fell free, like the last toppled banner of the House of Marchone, pooling in its defeat to the mettle of the House of Aquee around her bound and spread feet. Her shock was interrupted as a black glove thrust the dagger that had tattered her gown into the ancient wood of the banquet table next to her ear. Marquaise shook her head to catch a glimpse through the shroud of her own dark red locks at the gloved hand, it slowly clapped into its mate and she.