“We are on our way to my son’s wedding,” Bill said. “Excuse me for saying, but your wife doesn’t look old enough to have a kid getting marri...d.” Miles said. “She ain’t, she is my second wife my first one died last year,” Bill informed him. “Really? I’m sorry for your loss,” Miles said. “Thanks, what you reckon that bike of yours is worth?” he asked Miles. Miles was thankful that he kept the .38 pistol between his ass and the tree which he leaned against. He had the distinct feeling that Bill. Main uske pass gaya aur bola weight ko thoda sidda pakado warna aapni gaand ki taraf iskahara karte hue ki yaahan stress padega aur dard hogi usne bola muje pehle b bohut dard hoti hai.Aaj maine usse puch lia ki aapko dard pehle b ho rahi hai kya.Usne bola haan uski kamar ne halka sa dard hai.Aur usne mera haath apni kamar me rakha aur bola yahan ho rahi hai. Mera lund khada ho gaya . Main jaan booz k bola pehle mije b dard hoti thi maine ek tili ka oil lagaya and malish kari mera dard deere. Moaning, stroking me slowly biting my vagina gently licking my vagina stroking me softly. Her finger slowly slid gently into me and twisted softly. ‘ your intoxicating ‘ she growled as she dove gently licking my vagina and giving me a dark massage as she softly suckled my vagina deeply. In Dark wickedness.caressing my nipple.suckling my nipple.rubbing my vagina in a warm massage pressing herself to me. Her finger pressed deep down into me.twisting’ yes’ she moaned. Twirling her finger. It strangled hers, made it dance. It pulled it out and sucked it in. And all the while the hand caressed her.It took her to the brink of insanity.Suddenly, all had gone. The tongue, the hand. Kristie gasped for air and felt her abandoned body tremble. A soft, low moan left her mouth. She sagged into the pillows.Angique poured a bottom of red wine into her glass. She smelled it, then tasted it carefully. Her eyes were closed. "Mmmmm, good!", she said and poured two glasses. She handed one to.