Tanka bia ru setebele tike tike nala baharila. Moon tanku kahile kan tamara ete sighra bahari gala: sethu se kahile na na eta ta heuu chhi nala jahaki...ki bia rasa aagaru bia garam hele bahare. Tu aahuri jor re chat. Moon dhira dhira moon jibha re tanka bia chati baku aarambha kali. Se mo munda bala ku dhari ki khali oohhhh, aaahhhh, jor re aahure jor re pupun. Moon puni aahuri jor re tanka bia chati baku lagili. Tanku maza lagu thaee. Se aahuri jor re pati kari baku lagile. Room ta jaka khali. She is so ready, one… …finger isn’t close to being enough, she adds another finger and penetrates herself, in and out, feeling inside herself every time, finding new areas to explore, tease and caress, longing for the sensation and stimulation she feels from her clit, her other hand leaves her breast, knowing the sensitivity of her clit from before she is tentative, she rubs her finger gently round her clit again, still penetrating herself below, although firm and deeper, her body tenses as. As we stared deliberately intently at the screen in front of us, we played the same dance we’d played the previous weekend and our hands crept further across, brushing each other’s pubic hair, until finally our hands met each other’s, wrapped around our dicks. Not once did we look at each other, but we allowed our own hands to fall away and we now sat there masturbating each other for the second time in a week. Without moving my head, I looked down at Jon’s thick cock and as I stroked it, I. For him, as ever, it was a delicious sensation. He enjoyed spanking a new girl almost as much as anything. For Belle it was a spreading-burning pain ... and her bottom jerked under the impact. But she made virtually no sound. Simply a rather heavier expellant of air came from her between her slightly parted lips. To one experienced to an infinite variety of degrees of torment, to be slapped was a relatively easy pain to withstand. Not that it didn't hurt. It hurt plenty ... for Hassan's palm.