30 baj chuke the or andhera ho gya tha.bas couples hi baithe the waha.Maine usko pink top diya or maine bola ki isko pehno abi.Usne bola ki next time ...ehan ke aaungi abi 10-12 din yaha hi hun jab hum next time milenge tab yhi pehn ke aungi or maine bola ki thik hai,Waha aas paas thoda pathar pde hue tha or maine aage jake ek shaant si place dhoond li or hum wha baith gye.Thoda time edar udr ki battein ki or fir mein uske back pe haar sehlana shuru kiya.Fir usne poocha ki tumhe mumbai mein koi. I will take your slot.” She could tell Andrew was unhappy but she couldn’t let him strain his arm until it was mostly healed.“Damn it, I can sit up and watch for trouble,” he snarled, now getting angry.“No Andrewel Markenin, you will rest until you are healed enough to at least lift that sword to swing it.”He froze in mid retort, turned his head to face her, “I knew it, I just freaking knew it.” He went silent and stared at her for a few minutes. He could see the smile and knew the argument was. The moment the costume hit the floor, and she had pushed my shorts down, she straddled my thighs, and guided her open pussy above my straining cock. I steered the head between her thighs and deep inside her. She rode me vehemently, almost violently, as if seeking to purge all reservation and self-restraint. All the time she was gasping, moaning – ‘No, oh no, oh please don’t’ – as if horrified at just how easily this was happening. Her orgasm was a cry of the most forlorn release, and she held. Bonnie knew her degradation was going to be seen by thousands of people, possibly tens of thousands. She felt both exhilarated at the thought, and deeply humiliated.The bed was covered with a rubber sheet. There were some pillows at the top of the bed. And it was positioned over a blue, plastic tarp. Peeking out from under the bed was a small, tin washbasin, which would catch dripping cum.Nick pushed Bonnie down sideways across the bed, with her head at one side, and with her feet at the other..