Dirty Indian Fucking Hard By Her Man

I had enough time to throw my pants on before he tried some wanna be MMA take down move on me. I didn’t mean to toss him down the stairs, it was really his own fault! Lindsey’s was yelling “don’t hurt him” her dad got up and said “don’t hurt him? He’s a fucking dead man!” “I was talking to him DAD!” She was right this Jack was only five six and one seventy five soaking wet. I was just trying to make an exit, and find my fucking shoes. I found one shoe when it went zipping by my head, the second hit me square in the nose. He came at me again, the little Irishman had fire in his belly for sure. But I’m six three and have a good seventy pounds on him. I just held out my arm and he throat punched him self in my hand and went down hard. Lindsey was crying “Dad! Just fucking stop! You’re just going to get hurt!” I apologize to Lindsey and called an Uber on my way out. I sat on the street corner waiting for my ride when a squad car showed up. I turned to see what was going on and was ordered on the ground at gun point. One cop stood on my neck while the other did his best to dislocate my shoulder hand cuffing me even though I gave zero resistance. I still had a knee on my neck as I heard Jack come up. Telling the officer how I broke into his house and assaulted him. The officer on my neck got up and I looked around Lindsey came out begging them to let me go. She was crying her eyes out. The neighbors were looking out their windows, another car pulled up and two officers yanked to my feet and over the hood of one of the cars. I was patted down at gun point, but I amateur kept calm and quiet. Next I was tossed in the back seat of one of the cars right as my Uber arrived. The two younger cops who drew down on me were explaining the situation to an older cop about my age. The older officer seemed much more sensible than his younger colleagues. The other two let the older gentleman begin to take the report. The car door was left open but I could only hear some of the conversation, but I had an advocate in Lindsey correcting some of her fathers outrageous claims. I heard him start with claiming I broke in and Lindsey shot back “That’s bullshit dad and you fucking know it!” The officer asked Lindsey to wait indian off to the side while he finished. Jack went on an exaggerated tale of our encounter. When he was done interviewing Jack he had him wait by the other officers and pov he asked Lindsey for her account. They were too far to hear much but Hardcore I did hear a lot of “That’s a lie” and “that did not happen” . When he was done with her, he instructed them to wait in their house. On the way in Jack yanked Lindsey by the arm hard, I leaned out the back seat and yelled “DON’T YOU FUCKING..” I was about to say hurt her when the taser prongs dug in and fifty thousand volts made me bite my tongue. I could hear Lindsey screaming but I was disoriented. And then as quickly as it came, the feeling leaves me, for weeks or months. Oh, and she’s a virgin, it seems.’ started to relax. Every time she tried she made less progress then the time before. Spreading her legs wider she stretched her pussy wider as she added indian two fingers to her first. My tactical suggestion proved successful, as he had to turn around and bend over to get one. A loud, rough voice, yelled in my ear, “You will stand it, Chica. “I am so amateur ashamed, Walt. She smiled slightly. "Good slut," said Amy. When she came back up I think she noticed me staring — a curious look pov in her eye. "Now you're just being paranoid. Then after the next glass placed my hand on her knee just at the hem of her dress. “True.” she said simply, shrugging the dress down from her shoulders, letting the thin fabric fall to the floor. The amber liquid inside was barely down to the neck of the bottle—no wait, it was down several inches lower than that now. She used her free hand to press down on his throat. It was where Hardcore I seen Becky driving up for gas too.