”Marco told her everything he remembered about the racist gun nut he sold the odd old piece to and the blond man he vouched for who wanted the merch...ndise overnight and gave him enough money to make it happen. He didn’t know anything about any explosives. NOBODY would traffic in bombs in San Finzione! It’d be like trafficking in women; even San Finzione’s creeps worse than him knew better than to try that in La Contessa’s country!When he was finished, Helen lit another cigarette and leaned in. Erica pulled her legs as far back as she could, almost touching her face with her ankles, and wondered how her poop shoot was going to handle this molesting? Holding her hips steady with both hands, Ken forced his baton into Ericas ass, and every so often spit another loogie onto his cock to keep it lubed. Tears came to Ericas eyes at the raping her ass was getting, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure, and she tried to help her pretend daddy by relaxing her muscles as much as. . Haaa aasaachaaa shaabaaass reee sandyyy haan haann jor joraat dakeee maarr aanii ball laa pan kacha kachaa daabb lay divsaani hyanaa asaa ragaat haatani koni tari hataltay .. Pill tyanchaa raasss..Me:- ataa kasaa kaku ywtey naa mazaa zaun ghyala .. Kharach mazaastt ahe ho tumchi puchi… Mazaa yetey maraylaa.. Aani ball pan dabayla mazaa yete lahan ahet pan chan ahet…Kakau:- aree bolat nako basuu maarr jor jorat mazi puchii maarr karun taak tizaa kimaaaa .. Banav bosdaa tilaaa .. Aaaaa aaaa. My pulse quickens as you sink a finger deep inside me and continue to tongue me. I spiral into pleasure. I grind my hips into your mouth and cum from regions deep within my soul, so powerful that I need to feel you inside me. I maneuver myself around you and again climb on top of you. Facing away from you with my back to your front again, I slide your cock into me. You feel my desire, hot, wet and swollen. You thrust your hips into me as I lower myself. Your hands grab my hips, fingers digging.