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I fell upon her , licking the sweat off her face and forehead with my cock still embedded in her . I stayed at that position for few minutes thinking how it was like to have another person’s wife in my bed with my cock embedded in her. Then I got up and pulled out my cock from her pussy and she also gasped . Though my cock was semi solid but we both were too tired. So I lay beside her kissed her full on lips with our lips tangling as she held my face and went to lie beside her with her arms around me. When I looked at her , she had tears in her eyes, which she wiped out fast, may be she was feeling guilt now because she cheated . she had vigorous sex with me and liked it too. Anyway I was least bothered , for the fact was I was not in love with Neeru and she was just a sex toy for me. I liked her body and her lust and she liked my cock in her. She liked my cock like a crazy because her hubby had in fact no time for her and treated her wham bam thank you mam and she was hardly satisfied. And I provided her with satisfaction that would last few weeks before being again fucked by me. I raised myself on my elbow and looked at her naked body and I had marked her, she had bruises and red marks all over her body, esp around her boobs , her shoulder and her legs. She was now sleeping like a log and I let her for she was to be present in the office next day and after all I was human too with a soft corner. Peter Weng was what a person who was trying to be nice might call slight or lithe, the people he had gone to school with generally went with faggot. He was 20 years old 5'4 and Asian, didn't have a visible ounce of muscle on his body but wasn't fat either, he had a slight softness to him from an indoorsy childhood and a job as a software engineer now. A too socially conscious person had once commented on a picture of him that he was reinforcing racist stereotypes with his build, a confusing complaint that he still wasn't sure how he was meant to respond to. His feminine face, meek personality and somewhat anime inspired hairstyle sealed the look. He had the stereotypical list indian of interests and no friends that he had spoken to offline this year. In him there was a keen interest in girls and sex but personality and pressure to succeed put a damper on coming near to those things, the closest he had gotten was rubbing his 4 inch penis on his anime figures with squeezable boobs until he shot his little load over them (a great way to pretend both were bigger) or once when he had bent from the waist to pick something up and a muscular man had squeezed his butt, an experience which had sent a strange thrill through him that he did not like to think about. He was pushed up against the door of his probably unsafely full train home, annoyed by this and a bad but typical day of going down to his company's office, something he thankfully didn't have to do often. Everyone knew he wasn't man enough to do something about it if they treated him with no respect and took full advantage of this. Becoming wrapped up in thoughts of this he didn't differentiate the voice speaking to him from the buzz of the train or the hand politely but firmly telling him someone wanted to pass from all the body parts pushing up against him. As the also unnoticed open door in front of him was getting near time to close, he felt strong hands take him by the back of his jacket and under his butt, to lift Peter out of the way of the door and place him to one side. As the woman who had done this brushed past him he got a smell of deodorant and a very slight smell of sweat too that he didn't find unpleasant, he also got to glimpse her large and powerful frame that he had already felt. By the time he had got done thinking all this she had walked some distance away, not sure whether he felt positively or negatively towards her but extremely worked up and with an electric charge running through his body, as well as a discreet unnoticed semi he leaped from his train. Immediately glad that he did as he a good look at her big ass that he probably could have stood on, straining at her denim shorts, he guessed that she was 6'2, had a short ponytail and a few generic tattoos on her arms which looked as strong as they felt and were shown off well by her wifebeater. To his particular excitement he noticed that she was White (he had a thing for White women cause he was just a walking stereotype) and had thighs that could probably pop his head like a watermelon. Lost in thought once again he hadn't noticed how quickly he was walking until he caught up to her and she turned to look at him. Suddenly he felt panic, turning his eyes downwards to avoid hers he got to see her abs and the fact the top button undone on her too small shorts giving a peek at more. Peter felt like he was having a revelation, almost every detail about her played into some sexual feelings that up until now he hadn't been wholly aware of. With eyes still lowered he heard her husky voice say: hello, he blurted out the only intelligible softcore thought in his head. I don't know why I followed you and I don't know where I am in the city and I'm not carrying any money and, he said, cutting himself off as she took a step closer to him. She leaned over indian me, planting her hands on my chest as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. “How is that an excuse for what you did?” Kyle pulled his hand away from hers. Like he was savoring each moment he was inside of her unwilling body. Back at the clubhouse, I signed the papers so she could list my place. Luckily, the wilderness was still full of souls ready to be devoured. I blinked at that. She was inspired the way she ran her tongue along the shaft and the way she treated my balls individually and with the scrotum. “Aw.” She pouted. I whimpered, my pussy convulsing a final time. The headboard would bump against the wall to my bedroom and it wasn't hard to figure out what she was doing. He ran his bloody fingers through her auburn hair, then slid his hand down and cupped a warm breast. Karen called. I'm fixing us some snacks." And please, please do not hate me when you see it." My dick throbbed as I breathed in deeply, inhaling the aroma of my mother's sweet musk. What kid wants to go to work when they don’t have to?” “You seem to be the current leader.” She whispered. SLAP “Yes, that is exactly what I’m doing. I buried back into her, that heat surging around me. “We're going to win.” “DENICE!” Do you trust me?" don't do this!" “I want to suck them.” He sucks hard as his daughter giggles. Lora saw how excited I was to see her tits, she massaged them a bit, "I can tell you like my tits." “Master!” she whimpered. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving softcore away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. It wasn’t exactly the 69 position but Nicole was able to finger Mariana’s pussy as well. Linda got off the bed and took a sip of her drink while I spun around on the bed.