Khozem moved to the corner of the cell, away from the red ants. He slept by the sewage dump. He awoke as he heard footsteps and greetings exchanged. H... stood and paced. The footsteps came closer. The guard let out tears as he opened the gate, releasing Khozem to his father. Khozem collapsed on his father’s shoulders.“She’s dead. Rashida’s dead.”“I know.”“She’s gone. I loved her more than myself. Why has Allah cursed me? What did I ever do wrong?”Khozem, smelling terribly from the prison, wet. You yelp as the sensation takes you by surprise. Hands are tugging desperately to break free, trying to find something, anything, to hold on to. The clitoral stimulation is almost too much to bear. The assault continues and now you feel my dick wedging into your crack through my pants. Shaking violently, moaning loudly the rush takes over as you cum; I hold you tight and you collapse into my arms. Breathing heavily, I lay you back over the couch ass up and admire your wet dripping cunt from. Main usko bed par layta diya aur smooch karne lage woh v response dene lagi.Ek hath mere balo par ghumane lagi aur ek hath se mere back par nochne lagi.10mins smooch karne k baad main uski neck ko kiss aur phir lick karne laga aur dhire dhire top ko utarne laga.Woh black bra mein ekdam pari lag rahi thi. Aaram se uske dono boobs ko dabane laga aur bra ko khol k nipples par tongue ghumane laga woh moan karne lagi aur nipple v hard ho gayi thi.Woh mera sar pakar ke apni boobs par dabane lagi aur. Somewhere in the bloody house, I suppose. How should I know? The Comte does not ask my opinion in such matters. Never mind that, now, imagine it. A witch and a demon, here under the same roof as us poor, decent God-fearing folk. What a scandal! What is the Comte thinking to allow such a thing? They spend the night here in this house as guests of the Comte. I shall not be able to sleep a wink tonight for fear of losing my immortal soul!"Christine groaned inwardly and shook her head in.