Uske behkawe mein ake ek namard se shadi karti hai. Ab age ki kahani Minal ki zubani.Hi dosto main asha karti hu aap sabhiko meri pichli stories pasan... ayi ho. Abhi tak apne jana hoga main Ahmed kirakhel ho gayi thi. Uski sex-slave ho gayi thi. Yaha tak Ahmed ke behkawe mein ake ek namard se shadi racha ke main Ahmad ke bistar ki gulam bani hui thi. Ahmed ne mujhe pregnant karke uske gynecologist se treatment leke mere doodh nikalna suru karke fir abortion kiya tha. Abhi main uski. I take it anyways without worry. Conversation began. He seems nice. Compliments me. I get embarrassed and more nervous. I sip my drink slowly. He re-calls our last message about my sissy behaviour and how iv never done it with a man before. I explain I'm inexperienced but curious. Man laughs. Man tells me it's all okay and is very kind. I start to drink more.He asks if I do verious types of d**gs. I reply with some named. He offered a white substance and teaches me how to take it. I drink more. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have much of that, as she kept herself deep in Zack's throat as she sighed dreamily."You have a seriously good hole here, Zack." Whitney hummed, bucking her hips slightly. Unable to appreciate that he'd finally been called by his actual name, Zack shuddered as he felt his lungs begin to ask him for air, Whitney began humping Zacks face, relishing the tightness of his throat. Pressing Zack's cock against his belly with her foot, Whitney closed her eyes, pulling. “I mean, you have wings instead of arms? Or can you switch back and forth?”“I can switch, but I can’t move them much right now,” she admitted. “Not until they’re healed.”“Let me look at your back,” he told her.Grimacing, Béla lifted her wings so that he could duck under them and get around behind her. She winced as he touched his fingers against some of the damaged cartilage.“I don’t know exactly how to do this,” he said, sounding worried, “but this piece here,” Béla cried out as he pressed on.