"Good. Can you show me where the bitch lives?" Dale inquired.His use of the term 'bitch' didn't confuse Vyagar since Dale had often referred to her as...that on prior occasions. Vyagar had even been picking up on some of Dale's other mannerisms of speech. "One bitch's abode coming right up!" Vyagar replied.Dale was sitting in the leather recliner in his den when the holographic image appeared in front of him. "Good thing the door is closed!" he thought to himself as he gazed upon the holograph.. Te parneli hati ne tene 3 chhokara pan hata. Mara banevi etle ke teno var nokari karto hato jema tene ghani var bahar javu padatu. Hu rehva gayo tevama te bahar gayela hata.Baporno samay hato ane badha sui gaya hata. Pan mane ungh nahoti avate etle me reading mate kai vanchavanu kholva mandyu ne tema akhi books na thappa nichethi mane ek sex-book mali. Jema mastramni vato hati ane chodavana chitro pan hata. Hu to chakit thai gayo. Ane vanchava ma khovai gayo. Mane khabar na padi ke mari cousin. It was anti-climatic because everything seemed so ordinary. The whole way from the motel, twenty five miles from the ocean, right to the parking lot of the public beach where Marty wanted to make the photograph to officially end the trip was so routine. There was a lot more traffic, but the GPS routed us through the least traveled streets. It took three hours to go 25 miles, but that was to be expected, we were in California and driving in beach traffic all the way.The day began with what was. Soon, Kora had me out of my armor while Carsina whimpered and groaned. Zanyia must have her tongue wiggling into Carsina’s bowels, making my newest sex slave gasp in delight. Kora pulled off the last of my armor, my dick thrusting hard before me, aching to get to know my newest sex slave.“You’re going to bugger her so hard, brother mine,” she whispered in my ear.“Yes, yes, yes!” Aingeal moaned as Ealaín fucked her hard from behind. From the angle, it was clear the aoi si had her girl-cock.