Phone pa bate hona lagi hamri mulkate be hui par us ko maine kis sa jayda kuch nahi karna diya akir meri suhagrat ka din be aha gaya muja ritu na mare...bed room ma pocha diya or best of luck kah kar chali gai tori dar ma monu (my husband)Ander ayea pas ma doodh rakha tha maina us ko dood pilya us na pe liya maina red couour ka lahana choli pahan rakha tha nicha maina bohatsexy red color ki lingeri pahan rakhi thi us na kaha r u ready maina sharm sa apna sir juka diya us na apna hat sa mera face. She wasn’t sure how she should dress for an occasion like this. She had been planning it for weeks, and now that the event was only a few hours away, she was in a horny panic. Her hand shook as she attempted to put on the finishing touches of her mascara, missing and leaving a black smudge on the corner of her eye. ‘Shit’ she muttered to herself, grabbing a piece of toilet paper, and wiping the mark off her face. Exiting the bathroom, she stopped in front of her body-length mirror hanging in. Amálie collected the moisture with the tip of her tongue and used the salty emission to lubricate his engorged head. She continued to lick him, drawing gasps of delights from his lips. To suck him would have been to push the red button. She wanted to save his ejaculation for the moment when she desired and not before. This way, she could control his pleasure – keep him hard – maintain his full arousal without giving him that final release. Gav ran his hands through her oceans of blonde hair. ‘We have heard Jimmy’s side of the story, now we need to hear yours.’ ‘Not much to tell, he asked me ‘what the fuck I was doing here’, he was angry for some reason. All that I said to him was to ask how he was going. That was when he ‘king hit’ me. That’s pretty much it as far as I’m concerned.’ ‘We don’t call it king hit anymore, the new term is a ‘coward punch’. Your version fits in with the popular consensus, but then the witnesses all seemed to be young girls and their version could be a.