Mu kuni bachuri bhali doodha ku chati baku lagili.mo banda sete belaku au rakhya deunathae.mu mom nku kahili mom mora finishing time au 5 minutes bhit...re asipare. tapare mom kahile “mom kahile I am also at the end on mood’mu han kahi arambha kali.first lotion ku doodha re dhalili. Tapare mom mo penis ku nei doodha majhire rakhidele au upara tala kale.mu khali ahahahahah…………………….suskara maruthae.tanka komala komala doodha bhitare mo banda lagi mote bahut maja laguthae.majhire majhire banda khasi. I thought I would never be able to cope. Clamped as I was, however, I was totally at their mercy. Slowly Angus started supplying the momentum as my manhole succumbed to the double entry. I didn’t realize that from here on out, being double-fucked would be a regular occurrence in my life and I would come to love and crave it. My torso kept being passed up and down as I got stretched and pummelled. The guys were out to make this last, relentlessly fucking me for ten solid minutes. With a numb. As if his personal robot that was programmed to suck his prick, she’d walk over to him, while stripping off her blouse to expose her bra, before lifting up her bra to expose her breasts. Then, falling to her knees and undressing him, she’d give him the best, damn, head banging, mouth slurping blowjob he’s ever had. In the end, he loved seeing her red lipstick all over his engorged dipstick. A mind control technique that he learned as an intelligence officer stationed in Iraq, when interrogating. I crossed to the opposite pavement to avoid eye contact. Or God forbid... a "hello!" Looking back, that guy was the first person to see me dressed! And he wasn't to be the last. He gave me the once over, muttered something incoherently and continued on his way.I continued to the corner of the main street and eyed up my options. To cross, or not to cross. I was looking for the quiet side of the street, and given that three of the pubs were on the same side I was on, and it was approaching.