Ma mom or dad ka bahr jana ka intazaar karna laga or dosra din papa or mummy delhi jana ka liya tayar hoya ma khush tha kyoki muja raat ka maja jo lan... tha Raat hoi or mana aunty ko aapna ghar ana ka card baja aunty shyam kko mara ghar ayei black colour ke sari pani hoyi thi sari ma bhoot sexy lag rai thi mana jaldi sa gate band kiya or aunty ko sofa set ma bath diya mana aunty ko dinner ka liya pooch aunty dinner kiya mana mummy ke nighty ko nikal kar apna kamra ma rakh diya. Ma or aunty upper. Kamari does her best to hold her master’s wavering gaze and finally wrap her lips over the head, sucking gently. Drool bubbles out as she slides her ever so slowly into her mouth, watching her master’s face for her reaction. The master’s eyes shoot open even wider, her body arching hard and freezing, as though a bolt of electricity is firing off through her. A long and low groan spills from her lips, her cock hardening the deeper she moves. Kamari moans against her, feeling the combined. Nash was happy when he got the news that the two ships had left the day they docked, and they were high tailing their way to Clarksville and Futura to bomb the shit out of that bitch and hopefully that poofter Kyle and their husbands.He almost wished he was going to be there to see her surprise when everything she had stolen from him went up in smoke.Unfortunately for Nash, he hadn’t been the only one making plans.Unbeknown to him, Natali Imani had been broadcasting to Earth for days. They had. She was a 23-year-old who had a regional hit on the east coast. She was popular in the New York metro area but had yet to really make it big. Of course I gave my approval. The song they were interested in went like this:Your Eyes.All that we have been through,All the time we shared.The good times and the bad,It always seemed you cared.Now you're growing distant,Starting to tell lies.You're starting to go away from me,I can see it in your eyes.We used to love together,Love like we were one.Now.