Is there a penalty for infidelity?
Enjoy..
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August 2003
"Oh yes. Oh f**k me harder Carlos. Oh god I love how you fill me up."
Carlos, encouraged by my words, f****d me harder and faster. I felt my p***y was already stretched to the limit as if Carlos was shoving a soda bottle into my p***y rather than his eight inch c**k. I was bent over the settee, my legs apart and my hands braced against the wall as this man I had only met a few hours ago attacked my p***y with his large battering ram.
I knew the moment I saw him on the dance floor that I would f**k him before I left Thailand. I only wish I had met him my first night there instead of my last. I was there because my husband had to travel for a business meeting. Ken had closed the deal earlier in the day and then the boss
