Agar yehi lund meri choot me goos jai toh mai toh dard ke mare mar jaungi. Kusum .aise kuch nahe hota. Ladikayo ki choot ko sab size ke lund ander le ...hakti hain. Mereko be dar lag raha tha lakin iska lund jub ander liya tub maja agaye.tum ko achrajh hoga ki yeh mari pehli chudia hai .maine pahele kabhi kise se chudai nai ki yak kise ka lund mere choot me ander liya bela said muje lamba or mota lund acha lagta hai. Kya koi lamba or mota lund ander muje milega mai to kabhi bhe tayar hun.meri. The bartender smirked as he heard the drink thewoman wanted."Trophy bitch, right?"I nodded and said, "I would bet on it." I wouldn't bet on things if I was you." Why?" Betting is for suckers," the bartender replied to the laughter of thosestanding around the bar.I knew well enough that he was right, as I profited mightily from thesaps that came into my casinos and emptied their wallets and pocketbooksfor nothing. My present situation further confirmed the truth in hisstatement. I nodded at. Head for the main road, not anywhere quiet. Don’t be quiet either. Make a lot of noise. Scream.”“Okay,” her breathless voice made me desperate to get to her. But Faye would NOT make a noise; couldn’t - she’s just not like that, as her pursuer was no doubt detecting and banking on.“Alright I’m coming. Keep thinking.”By now I had my car keys and was slamming the front door. I raced desperately over to Whitcombe Street, which took me an agonising four minutes perhaps. I cursed myself for not. I knew if I had I would’ve remembered her. I watched as the corner of that delectable mouth rose in a smirk. “Stand up!” she ordered.I rose up, a knee popping quietly from stiffness. Her left hand had shifted and was lying just below her hip with her nails against the flesh of her thigh just beneath the hem of her nightie. “Take off your namesake!” she grinned.Even as I shook my head and the cognitive part of my brain urged me to simply turn and exit the house quite sure that this woman.