Kya batau yaaro, (mai to hil gaya) uski chut to pehle se hi gili padi thi. Ise dekhkar mujhe uski choot chatne ki badi ichha hui. Jese hi mene apni je...bh uske choot me daali, uske pure badan me bijli doud uthi. Kya batau yaaron uski choot kitni lajawab thi. Mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki choot bhi itni laziz ho sakti hai. Abb mujse raha nahi ja raha tha aur maine apne lund ko uski chut me daal diya. Uski chut ke gilepan se mera lund aasani se 2 hi jatko me andar ghus gaya. Mera lund to jese jannat. ‘’Ohhhh Darla!’’ He groaned. ‘’I can’t believe how good you feel.’’ She smiled to herself knowing how she made him feel, his words were true, she could feel how hard he was inside her. It was like being fucked with a steel rod and it felt amazing! Being fucked from behind like this always got her hot; she felt so bad having a man pound her tight, dripping hole like they were animals. She felt naughty, like a bad little girl and that thought only get her wetter. Just then a very bad thought ran. ” I thought we were at a house but as I got out of the trunk I realized we were in an alley right off of a public and pretty busy street. “I’m going to parade you up and down the street telling people what you did tonight at the ABS and the rest of my plans for you until I decide to purchase you forever or give you back.” Humiliation by alpha women really turns me on, being made to feel like a bitch to please a women puts me into a state of pure nirvana. I stood next to her car while she. Imagine: we had been living here for at least 100 Grahhlls' (or Bards') lives, enjoying the cool of the mountains and the waters of the big sea, and 'they just discovered it.' Merlin has suggested the word I'm looking for is: hubris.Oh, yes: The phrase "100 Bards' lives." That's how we reckon time past. A Bard's life is about 100 years. I'm The Grahhll, a Bard. I tell tales and sing songs of times past remembering. To be truthful, there are hundreds of bards among the citizens. But I am 'The'.