Uske bad hum hill station par paunche wanha pr wo mare sath hi rahi boli ki jan bhut thand lag rahi hai mane use apni jacket di or use wanha paid ke p...che le ja kr kiss karne laga or uske boobs press krne laga… then tanu boli ki yar u are awesome kya tum mujhe truky love krte ho mai bola ha yar truly bhut love krta hu yr…………..Uski friends aa gai hume chup kr dkh rahi thi or wo bhut tharki thi usne humari pics clik ki or chalo gai humne bhut enjoy kia uske bad hum wapis aye to mane apne friends. Hai meri bur …………mar gayi…..sali dard karne lagiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMai bhi bol raha tha, “leeeee meriiiii raniiii, leeee leeeee mera laura apniiiii okhleeeee meeeee mein madarchod. Baraaaaa tarpayyyyyya rahi tha na mujhe.leeeee leeee, leeee meriiiii Maaiiii yeh lund abbbbb teraaaa hiiii hai. Ahhhhhh! uhhhhhhhh kya jannat ka mazaaaaa sikhayaaaaa tuneeeee. Mai to teraaaaa gulam hoooooo gayaaaa.”mri chamiya maza aa raha hai mera lauda phata jaa raha hai……hai prema meri. Fighting Hawk pretended not to notice as he sat. He asked the boys if they were ready for the festival, and they nodded with excitement. He asked if they were ready to handle the challenges. He got the blustering and bragging that he had expected. He smiled and told them to come with him.He stood before the small group of Ute warriors stretching and asked one of the young men to point out the best fighters. He looked around confused and then pointed to two of the bigger warriors, and one tall. “No, please don’t make me say it.” She slapped me across the face while my father pinched my two nipples before pulling them hard. “If you don’t answer the questions I’ll whip your mother hard”. he said “Who’s fucking you slut?” she asked again. “My father.” I sobbed “Tell me how much you love been your father’s slut” My father pinched harder. “I love been my father’s slut” “Has he fucked you in the arse yet.” “No” “Ask him nicely and he might do it.” “Daddy, please fuck me in the arse.” I felt.