Indian Married Woman Fucking Her Boyfriend Part 2

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" I like being just another face in the crowd." If doing your best leads to being noticed, then so be it."She could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. "That's not fair. I'mnot failing anything." This discussion is over, Miss Gorgon." He dismissed her by lookingdown to scan the next test on the pile.Alexis took a couple of steps back, closed her eyes and tilted her headupwards. A puff of air swirled about the teacher, lightly ruffling hisgray hair. Alexis opened her eyes and smiled at him. If Sean McMahonhad chosen that moment to look up, he would have seen the fire burningbehind her dark eyes. He would have had good reason to be very, veryfrightened. But he didn't look up; he just continued marking the testin front of him as if he was the only person in the room. Alexisapproached him and looked down, shaking her head. She got down on herknees, put her arms on the edge of his desk and rested her chin on theback of her overlapped hands. "I suppose you think you're just doingyour job.". It went down so smooth that for a moment I forgot I wasn't alone. The trio just stood there looking at me as I finished my brew."I needed that to be able to deal with this slut!" Opps, did I say that out loud.Why are you guys here, never mind you must be here to help her pack. If we work fast she can be gone before night fall.Mike we don't know what you're thinking said my mom. But we believe that you're a smart enough to try and save this marriage. You guys will be the better for it said Uncle Joe. Just as he finished my mom started in. This went on for about 2 hours straight.I think at some points my ears started bleeding.Ok enough, I got up from my chair, headed for the door and opened it and there stood my back up. My dad was standing there just about to ring the door bell when I opened it. He looked at my mom and told her to get her ass home. She started to say something but thought better of it. My uncle looked at my dad and started to say something, but he got scared and.
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I drew my hand back and slapped her hard between her legs. She let out a little scream and her eyes went wide. I smiled behind my mask and without warning slapped her again, then raised my hand and smacked her hard across the tits. She buckled up in pain, and I pulled her upright. I stuck my hand between her legs again and pushed my finger straight up into her cunt. At the same time I grabbed one of her tits and took her nipple between my fingers. She moaned and tried to back away, I went with her without letting go of her cunt or her nipple. Her back hit the wall. She could go no further and I started to finger fuck her, working my finger in and out hard and fast. I kept on rolling her nipple until I got a response. She moaned and I could feel her hips twitching. I stepped back.Lucy was gasping and breathing hard. I glanced at my other prisoner tied in the chair. With Lucy's panties stuck in his mouth he was saying nothing, but his cock was rigid. Perhaps he had never seen Lucy naked.

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