David moaned again. Deeper, rubbing my tongue against his dick, feeling the veins. Indian hot sex Jacks dick sliding further down. Pain. His finger slid in easier now, no stopping until it was buried deep and I could feel his knuckles touching me. He was controlling himself, his want, his greed. The clothes I had been wearing were lying in an untidy heap on the floor. Pre-cum glistened on his hard cock. The second hand let go, fingers in my hair. His gaze, his smile today, his words. Just after the registry office. A nearby church bell struck, announced seven o’clock. Hot, greasy and plenty… With my hands crossed behind my head I lay on the bed. His dick left my arse came to rest in the stickiness between my legs. I was married. He stopped just before my cunt, moved back up, explored more. The food was good. At his mercy. You want it. Towel around his waist he came into the room.
