. Aunty ne pucha k kya kar skte ho tum to maine kaha kuch bhi jo aapko khushi de…Aunty mere paas aake khadi ho gyi aur unhone apni shop ka shutter n...che krne lagi jab wo shutter niche kr rhi thi to wo thoda jhuki to unki gand mere lund k saath ragdne lgi maine apne lund ko aunty ki gaand per dabaane lga to aunty ne kuch nhi kaha jab aunty ne shutter band kiya to aunty jhuki huyi thi to maine piche se uske bobbe pakad liye to unke muh se “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” nikal gyi…Fir aunty sidhi. ..........but I was looking at him and I. My head turned, I was looking at the girl next to the girl that I has insulted earlier. My mouth was talking, speaking about my sick mother, my mother was not sick, but the voice that came from my mouth, continued speaking about a family that was not mine. A hand, my hand, brushed long blond hair away from my face as the voice that was not mine carried on talking. It was as if I was looking out through the eyes of the black miniskirted girl, I must have. Like before, I found myself comparing it to a stallions member. Its length was quite impressive, yet it was shorter than any equine I had ever seen, be it in real life or in one of my fantasies. However, the thinness of it informed me that I would be able to do something I never could with a stallion. I need that cock in my throat, I realized. Unable to resist the enticing through, I parted my lips and leaned forward. The tip of the spear slipped into my mouth and slithered across my tongue. ”“Thrak,” Faoril groaned as she stood up, the mage naked, her body smeared with blood. She had been badly savaged.Thrak let out a relieved sigh as she crossed the room to him.“I will take the roof and provide cover for you, Angela,” Xera said. “I advise we take this to the street so the innocent in this inn can be spared further harm.”Journeyman Mage FaorilMy blood was sticky. I smeared at it with my hand, trying to wipe it off, as I followed Thrak out into the night. It only made the mess.