“Fuck me Arjun, yeah, fuck me”, Ramya began to scream.Her loud moans and dirty talk made me still hornier. Ramya had gone as crazy with passion as...I. We fucked wildly with Ramya egging me on. I pumped into her with my cock scraping against the walls of her pussy. “Oh fuck yeah fuck me Arjun fuck me”, she cried out in pleasure. Her nails dug deep into me and she bit my shoulder as I leaned against her with my cock embedded deep inside her love canal. I noticed nothing, so overcome by desire was. Oh Vickie, my Vickie Jean.I hate that girl,she's my broken nosed Vickie Jean.I hate that girlShe's my cross eyed, broken nose, snaggle tooth, pidgeon toed, Vickie Jean.Don't ya just love big brothers? I know where he's coming from, though. I, too, am cursed with a plethora of sisters. I would have traded the three of mine for one brother ... gladly!At least Kurt is oldest. I am lower than middle. I will say this: sisters keep a guy humble! I learned quickly about sarcasm and evil innuendo. Oh. This Drawbook represents one such artifact, now lost into the hands of people like you and me. No worries. The parties constructed to safeguard such power has long since disappeared into the annals now.Here are the tenets of the Drawbook needed to use it at its most minimum functions:1.) Write the name of the person, group of people, or body (while thinking of the one you mean) on the top of the page.2.) Draw either a circle, square, or triangle. Words will automatically fade in; they will all. I immediately pushed her against the wall.I started kissing her while my hands squeezed her boobs vigorously. She tried to resist, but her pleasure overpowered her pain. Then one of my fingers went down, and I sense that she was already wet. She hadn’t been finger for a long time, and hence my touch made her panty soak.Then I pushed her on the sofa and remove her dress gracefully. I was continuously sucking her lips and licking her earlobes. One of my hands squeezed her boobs, and the other.