Abhi tak nai bhul paya hun….Phir maine use lita aur tange choudi ki…mere samne ek kuwari chut thi,jo aaj mere s chudne wali thi…maine uski chut ...e upar kiss kiya…aur jiv se uske clit ko rub krne lga…wo excitement mein aakar mera sir apne chut pe dbane lgi aur kehne lgi…haan aur chusso…chato isse…bht tang kr rhi h ye….Aaaaahhhhh uuuuummmmm….Aur andar tak chuso….Uuuufffffff…..Babu jaan loge kya ab…..10 min chut chusne ke baad uska sarir akadne lga…aur wo jhad gyi….Maine sara raass chus krke pi. He wondered how she could emit such a steady note the way she was thrashing and shuddering.The scream was so shocking that his own urgency was reduced and he was able to keep right on plunging. Her legs had fallen from around his waist when she came, and he moved them up over his shoulders. She was bent almost in half and he was leaning against her legs at an angle.By the time he came, she was almost limp. He was pretty limp, too, but he was not done showing off. Still firm enough to stay. Yearbook was actually right for a change.” “Excuse me?” Portia turns, arches an elegant eyebrow. “Uhhhhhh.” Mouth tightening, her green eyes narrow, and I burn a slow death of dreadful, punning hell. Next thing I know, she’s bursting into high-pitched giggles, rattling me further. “Perk up, buttercup,” she chortles. “I’ve heard all the puns.” “Right.” “Relax, Elliot! We’re old friends just catching up.” “Friends?” “Mm?” “We haven’t been…” Portia frowns. “Oh… right. That’s why I stole. Something had to be done!I came back home in the evening and logged onto my only source of contact with her: Facebook.She was online! I sent her a message but she did not reply as usual.I feverishly kept thinking of ways to get to her somehow. Anyhow! That’s when an opportunity presented itself.She suddenly updated her current location on her Facebook profile through her iPhone. She had just checked into a small hotel with Varun probably for the weekend, near a place just outside the city. My.