Ranvir bahur rough sex kar raha the usko prawah hi nahi thi ki anjli ko lag rakti hai… par anjli bhi dard or maje ko enjoy kar rahi thi……chut pu...i suuj gayi thi………thora thore Ranvir or anjli ke pani anjli ki chut se hota hua jangh par se tapak raha tha….20 min baad aanjli ne kaha Ranivr kya ye garam ROD meri gand me utaroge ranvir ne zatke se anjli ko khicha or aage zhuka kar aapne land par tukka or aapne haath par bhi thuk kar aanjli ki gand ke ched par lagadiya or pura land tezi se dal diya. Although it was warm, Fara felt a little embarrassed to be wearing the thin silk dress out in the street. The short walk to the restaurant was all it took, though, to give her the very agreeable sensation of drawing the envious attention of other women and the cowed, covert glances of the few men that they passed.The street was like many in London, segregated so that women would not have to share the same pavement with unaccompanied men. On Oxford Street or Regent Street, a woman could walk. He changed so he was on all fours and looked at the mangled body that had once been a man. At the realisation that he had killed a man, he retched. Tears and snot dribbled down his face as he vomited again and again until no more could be spewed from his mouth or nose.He felt a cool wet cloth on his face, and he was being pulled away from the mess he had made. He slumped back against the bedpost and Justine knelt beside him and wiped his face for him. As he looked at her, he noticed a deep. Maybe she'd be pleased to see that I was almost half done. Maybe I'd receive praise, perhaps even a pat on the head, or maybe a swat on the butt.But I was wrong. Oh, was I ever wrong.Spreading her legs she humped her pussy forward, fingered her labia apart, and proceeded to pee on the floor, right where I had finished scrubbing only twenty minutes earlier! Her yellow flood spattered down, hot and pungent, spreading wide on what had been a spotlessly clean floor, a few stray splatters landing on.