I knew, someday, I would take the chance to do much more. How I would love to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so much and continued for so long that I was running out of time for having dinner ready when Prakash returned from work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life run a set and predetermined course and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling more and more stifled by this life and existence. I had this personal expectation to serve, but there was less and less to give. My life was becoming an endless repetition of mundane duties. The only things he wished from me was cook, clean, and provide a restive environment for him when he returned from his work. My newfound erotic cravings were making this existence seem less and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nothing to be done about it. It was my life. It was the life I was given to have, to serve my husband. If I somehow managed to find other pleasures, indian no matter how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little real alternative in life than the situation I had. I went back to searching the internet. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A reddish cock with a pointy tip? I thought a cock was a cock. This wasn’t.I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for information on dog cocks and found plenty of that. I found scientific information about the averages of cocks based on breed and size and similar information about human males that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog cocks every bit as big as the average size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the Park, the shape and function of dog cock were very different. Not the amateur least of the difference was a bulbous formation at the base of the cock that was similar to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to improve insemination of the female dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female. I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog cock, my focus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that knot wasn’t painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the search. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human woman. I don’t know how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were pages of search results. I found asian pictures of women penetrated by dogs, their cunts distended by the knot inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a higher setting, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my review on the computer. My next venture of ‘research’ turned to videos. The Oval shaped Hot tub could easily fit 8 people, 12 if they were closer to her size. Men grunted and growled. “Like… like a new computer?”, I wondered, minute hands grasping his dong. Pink-Shirt had a black and lacy affair while Purple-Shirt had a soft pair of satin panties, the same creamy hue as her bra. “So I was going to take a shower to wake myself up a bit because I didn’t sleep well last night for whatever reason,” Madison began. And so Trish prodded him, "Come on, Grandpa. Then I asian stopped. I pulled him close to me as we kissed and made love “Yes!” The passionate word, quietly pressed through her clenched teeth. I’d like to clutch someone’s manhood, and his balls, too. "Aren't you indian a dirty little whore to fuck like this... bare... no shame at all!" "OW. Aaaaand temptation. I moved down the bed and admired Avril as well. Shame enveloping Hermione completely, she reluctantly complies with the order. Ryan was convinced this was the best view in sex, her thin thighs were at his ears, her nice little ass was pushed back towards him, that tiny slit was opened and her anus was a dark mysterious treasure, she was doing everything she could to suck him, she could get about three inches into her mouth, he licked her tiny slit like a cat on a milk bowl, then she quivered and gave him that tasty milk, she moaned as she came, he let none of her nectar escape, he liked her flavor. “Oh God!” he exclaimed into the pillow, as I pushed beyond the next barrier, into his inner sanctum. Rohit just continued packing. He started moaning as he took my manhood and, before long, his efforts were rewarded when I shot a huge load of semen into his willing throat. More tears, so Mike really started apologizing. That he's the only man who gets to touch you. “It amateur was so good I was bucking my hips involuntarily.