De volgende morgen schrik ik wakker. Het is aardedonker. Het duurt eveneer ik weet waar ik ben. Geschrokken kijk ik op de wekkerradio, maarhet is nog ...een acht uur. Ik heb nog even tijd.Toch kruip ik uit mijn bed. Ik zal toch volledig gekleed bij haar methet ontbijt moeten komen. Dus toch maar aan de slag.Weer vlug in bad. Na het afdrogen eerst weer opmaken. Het gaat mij bestal aardig af. Het lukt best. Beetje voor beetje verandert mijn gezichtin de spiegel van de toilettafel.Nu nog kleden.. "Mooooooooooommmmmmmmy!" she cries out in pain. "What the fuck you calling her for!I will fuck her too!" he yells.He ignored her pleas and began to fuck her. Slow at first to get her use to his large cock.He started moving in a rotating motion and taking in all the sensation of her young pussy. It had been a while since he fucked like this."Sweet lawd!You feel like a little slice of heaven baby!" She still had her eyes shut and tried to ignore him. Soon she knew she couldn't hold back much. Amar ma dekhteo khub ekta sexy naye baro dudh ar pod thakleo keu orokom dekhtona tabe bhaggey thakle sab jinis haye tabe amar ek bondhu naam tar buro barir dak naam se amar maake khub pachondo karto o majheMajhe balto kalo bayosko magi or khub pachondo.tarmodhey amar maayer dud ebong pod to baroi tai se amar maake khub pachondo karto praye 2 bachor age se amader barite ekbar maake snan karar pare khali sariteDekhe amader bathroom giye ammar maayer panti sunke dhon khichechilo sei theke se amar. Everyone had their vices, however, and after some careful observation Hazel had discovered Beatrice’s: the mage was a slut, plain and simple. Every time they stopped at an inn or bar, the mage always slipped away while everyone was distracted and came back sometime later smelling, at least to Hazel’s nose, strongly of sex. Honestly, as if the self-satisfied smile on Beatrice’s face whenever she showed back up wasn’t enough of a clue. Still, the hunter said nothing about it, since she couldn’t.