I grabbed Leah’s hand; something was wrong with her, so I gave her a comforting squeeze. But now I’m hungry for some sausage. Bhabhi “Oh Gods, you’re not a filthy slut, Leah. Her fingers built a fire inside me, burning hot and fast. I needed to see my wife and to hold her and make sure she was alright. The elevator doors dinged, sliding open, and the fire consumed me; my knees buckled beneath the pleasure, and I fell to the floor. “It’s over, baby,” I cooed. “I’ve been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived.”
Guilt flooded me. Umm, you don’t care how filthy it is! “No you are not!”
“I fucked a lot of soldiers,” she said, her lips twisting bitterly. But her ass was so tasty and Jacob’s cock was fucking my pussy from behind, stirring my passions into a frothy mess.
