Wor dudher bota duto sakto hoye uthlo..aar aamar daan hat ta ektu bhije uthlo wor guder rase.aami ebar ektu guder raas teste karar janya mukhe aangul ...iye dekhlam ….aah..ki adbhut matal kara gandha aar kashate nonta teste…amar je ki holo ami sab bhule.Aro jore jore amar doodh aar gud teper kaj chalate laaglam.hatat mamoni dekhlam paas fire sulo….wah! Ki pacha…aami wor pachar khaj bujhar janyo poder cherai dan haat jpre jore ghaste dilam…wofff..bhaba jai na ei ginish amar nijer badite ? Amaar. "Marsha winced to think how her new start had failed to make any real difference and then Trent's taking her by force only a week and a half ago. Inside she was miserable. A husband who was largely indifferent toward her, a rapist for a son-in-law and now the one man she had always adored and felt she could count on was walking out of her life. She suddenly realized how she and Chris had dominated his life and perhaps how badly Dan needed to get away and finally establish a real life of his. He slowly unbuttoned my denim jacket as it fell to the floor, revealing my olive brocade corset top and black stretch pants. I felt his hands running through my hair, lost in the silky strands in a shade of dark brown.His hands moved all the way down to the small of my back. His lips began kissing my neck. My fingers felt his hair."You, Kristy, have a body of a voluptuous goddess. Que Bella." Frederico said, looking at me. I was already blushing as he took his time unhooking my corset top while. “The cameras are off babe,” he explained backing up to give her room. “She’s all yours for the moment.”“You go stand by her little pussy,” she ordered again and he obeyed. “You don’t have to stroke that cock either, this bitch has wanted this, and we’ll get it hard for you.”He walked around to the foot of the bed without hesitation, and she leaned down toward my face. I didn’t know what to think anymore, and to tell the truth I was afraid until I saw Tisha’s mouth move as if speaking. Was I.