Or sorir ta khub gorom hoye chhilo ami anuhab korte parchilam.Or 1ta hat chhilo amar bogoler kache,jeta amar dan diker breast a touch korcilo. R 1 ta ...at amar hip a dhora chilo. Koushik amay bedroom a niye giye suie dilo. Ami oke amar pase boste bollam. O boslo oke paser table theke moov cream ta ante bollam .O niye elo. Ami oke amar hatu te moov diye valo kore massage korte bollam. O amar nighty ta sorate kintu bodh korchilo. Tai ami nijei amar nighty ta hatur opore tule dilam. Amar dhobdhobe. One of the men trotted past, said "Good morning" and ran on. Belatedly Helen realized he'd spoken English.The sun grew warmer as she walked. After a stretch of deep sand, she walked out into the water to get the grit off her feet and legs, dipping into the chill, salty water. When she came back on the beach, the man who had spoken English came trotting back along the sand. This time, he spoke French."Good morning, may I ask you a question or two?" He was about Helen's age, a little taller and. ” I felt her shift the aim of her dildo so the vibrations penetrated her wall and pulsed along the underside of my cock, and I pushed hard inside her and quickly came. At the same time I felt her bucking hard underneath me, and she cried out in a prolonged orgasm. I pulled out. She said, “Wash up.” I did and quickly returned. She pulled me next to her and said, “Rick taught me that. Started the third year of our marriage.” “Do you do it often?” She grimaced. “Once a week. It’s the only way. Wo bhi sath de rahi thi. But kuch der hua tha ki wo mujhe jatka de kar hata di. Maine pucha kya hua? To boli ho gaya. Maine bola abhi baki hai kyuki tu ne mujhe block kiya tha. Aur mai phir pakad kar kiss karne laga. Kiss karte karte uske boobs dabane laga. Wo chatpata rahi thi but main hi chora. Maine t-shirt ke ander hath daal diya aur boobs dabene laga. Phir dheere – dheere ek ungli uske bra mai daal diya. Jaise hi ungli uske nipple ko touch hua wo pagla gai aur mujhse hanta chah rahi thi..