Friend's wife fucked by me when she visit my house

Fortunately for you, what I don't want is a rape charge against me. You know what I want, I want to know what you're willing to offer me." When I finished, she dropped her eyes quickly to her feet. She was 18, and far too beautiful for no one to have tried getting in her pants by now. I suspected she knew a fair amount about sex, but she had seemed genuinely shocked at hearing me describe just how I wanted to use her. "I told you, I can't have sex with you." "Well, what can you do then?" She still couldn't meet my eyes, staring intently at the floor. "Maybe this is a waste of time." Hardcore I got up, ushering her towards the door. "What about a blowjob?" I turned back towards her, standing so that the crotch of my jeans was almost brushing against her face. She stared at my bulge, then up indian at me before resignedly reaching to unbuckle my belt. I slapped her hands away. "Not yet. Stay here." I left the room, returning a few minutes later. I shoved the coffee table out of the way and reclaimed my seat opposite her, leaning back into the deep recliner, placing my cell phone in my lap. "Take off your clothes." She sat motionless, staring back at me with confusion and no small amount of fear. "You're about to have my cock in your mouth, what difference does it make showing me your tits while you do it?" She pulled her tank top over her head and, with trembling fingers, reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She made no move to remove the garment; however, letting it drape loosely over her full breasts. She looked at me questioningly. I raised my eyebrows, nodding at the skimpy covering. She shrugged her arms out of the straps, letting her bra fall to the floor. She had been wearing it needlessly, as far as I was concerned, her breasts didn't drop even a millimeter when released from their cottony confines. "The shorts, too." She stood up, slowly pulling the shorts down, the purple shorts revealing a lacy green thong beneath them. She was doing absolutely nothing to add to her stripping. Fortunately, at this point, nothing was needed; I was already hard as a rock and steadily leaking precum. I'm embarrassed to admit that I briefly lost my breath as she finally removed the last garment, revealing her tight, bald, teenage pussy. Finished undressing, she sat back down on the sofa, clasping her legs together but leaving her arms at her sides, the view of her breasts unhindered. "Spread your legs." She listened, and only in the most technical sense of the word did she obey, moving her feet apart a few more inches but twisting her knees inward to cover her most private or body parts. "Okay, you want to play stupid with Housewife me. Put your feet up on the sofa on either side of you. Hold your legs apart with your arms. Use your hands to spread Fucking wife your pussy lips for me." She started sobbing, pleading incoherently with me for mercy that I had no intention MILF of giving her. Finally, she did what I said, and I stared into the perfect pink sleeve of her sex. I snapped a picture with my phone before she quickly crossed her legs again, wrapping her arms around her breasts. "I didn't say you could take pictures." She heard voices - Voices that weren’t David’s - a man and a indian Fucking woman, talking. Sylvia not only witness, she has to spit as well into the eyes of her daughter. “Fine,” he grabbed a beer and sat down, opened it, and took a sip. “Oh I know, he is my husband. Hardcore I was surprised to admit it to myself.... As she turned, she saw Dave watching with that stupid little grin wife of his. Somebody has been a busy boy.” A drop of tear started to roll down her cheeks as she found MILF it too much to bear anymore. Spanking my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The girl closed her eyes, but felt another stream of hot cum shoot onto her neck and then over her shoulders. Housewife