Novel & Cerita Vicky Aisha Pregnant Porn

She could be the daughter of a millionaire, but here she was, my little sl*t, ready to do anything to please me. Her hand squeezed me tighter, moving in perfect sync with her mouth, and I could not hold back any longer, and I unloaded myself inside of her. Vikki swallowed and chuckled slightly, standing up. She whipped her lips of the single drop of my sperm. " That was tasty," she whispered, licking her lips. " What else do you have for me?" Her eyes were filled with lust, reflecting my own. I knew I would be ready for her again in minutes. " Turn around." Vikki obeyed without a second thought. I pulled her closer and kissed her neck from behind, grabbing her breasts at the same time. I pul

Pregnant? "What?" Vicky said with shock, his eyes wide open. "I'm pregnant Vicky, I was scared to tell you...I thought you would leave me" she cried. "Is...i-is the baby..." she shook her head at Vicky's words. Vicky's bottom lip trembled as he hugged Sona tighter. "I'm so sorry" he cried in her neck.

"That ... that must have been my husband." "Your husband downloads p**n onto your computer?" Vic said after taking a swallow of the beer. "Well, he must have some hot fantasies about you," he went on and then tapped a key that brought up a photo of a woman bent over the arm of a couch getting fucked from behind while another guy held her head and had her mouth shoved all the way down over his cock.

She seemed to jump out of her skin for a moment. “ Lisa…” “ Yes, whatever…you have always known about this…my wife's unchastity, but it never occurred to you to bring this to my notice. Yes?” “ Uh…I…no, it's not. I…” “ You what?” “ I mean, you have always been brazen about everything including when you offered me your body so I could upgrade your results.” “ What?” Vicky shifted her gaze, sitting up on the couch, phone dropped in shock and jaw hanging open. “ She what?”

Both sides of love have their flaws so should just stop comparing it and decide what we want, just like Vikas did and doing. He is moving with a frantic motion, fast and rigid. His hard cock moved in and out wildly much to her liking. His length was so wrapped with her inner pussy wall which is tight, and tight pussy is an amazing fuck. She didn't have much loss at her pussy hole because her mother give her an ayurvedic drink twice a month which extremely tighten her vaginal walls. So, that he never loses interest in her. The much better fucking the much time she could have with him.

she hissed making him raise his eyebrows in amusement at her wittiness. She used to think only Aashvik and Vikrant had sadistic minds but they’re all the same. Aashvik called hurting her ‘love,’ and now he's trying to stamp it as friendship too. "I did not rape you, just did a little work to make the photos realistic for your husband and if you want, I can arrange a medical team for you to confirm that I have not done anything to you" her face twitched in confusion which cleared when he turned the phone screen towards her.

The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs. The feeling of heat immediately arose, from the tips of my toes to my scalp. To the rhythm of the men in the movie, I moved my vibrator against my clitoris, going down and up at the same frequency with which the actress in the movie was fucked. There was a moment when she couldn't pretend anymore, because the sex was really being good, and her eyes opened when she held the man by the shoulders and he stocked deep in her pussy. She moaned genuinely, and even the men inside the scene hissed for the horniness.

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Shock swallowed me whole. But the girl wasn’t satisfied. She kept striking where it hurt most. “As you can see, Kirill got tired of you and your babies rather quickly. He told me so himself… and proved it,” Aisha said triumphantly, burning me with her smug stare as I reached for the next photo. This one showed my husband in what looked like a hotel room—he and Aisha on white sheets, having sex. My heart skipped several beats; I felt like I was drowning.

Fatima's Pov I kept replaying Aisha's slick folds under my soft fingertips. How her legs shook when I circled her swollen clit, her eyes saying what her mouth couldn't. Such innocent face, wide eyes, flushed cheeks but she wasn't no damn saint. She thought she was slick watching p**n under her covers and I wouldn't notice? The insane part was from the groans and voice coming from the video, it wasn't soft p**n. It was hardcore, where women were held tightly, ass and pussy plunged by huge cocks while they cried.

His cock pistoned in her ass, raw and relentless, balls slapping her soaked skin. Vicky lost it. The burn, the pressure, the obscene stretch—it all crashed together. Taboo heat flooded her veins. She screamed, body convulsing, pussy spasming around the toy in violent waves. She squirted again—hot, messy jets soaking the dildo, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the tile. Her ass clenched around him like a fist, milking every thrust.