Mothi mulagi ticha naw hota meena ti barawi madhe shikat hoti. Tihche way tya weli 18 asel. Maje bhauji wa bhain gavi gele tya welechi hi ghosta aahe....i kamawar 9 wajata jaun 6 wajata parat yet ase, asach mi tya weli 6 wajata ghari aalo tya weli meena ekatich ghari hoti. Mi fresh jhalyawar tv pahat asatana tihi aamchya ghari aali wa wicharu lagli, kay kay chalal aahe wagaire.Ti majya shejarich basun gappa marat hoti. Tine skirt ghatala aslyamule wa ti bed war basali hoti wa mi khali, tya mlue. " He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head.Sally had spent enough time in jail cells in the made-up world of Deathmaster. That was not an option she wanted to take. She dropped to her knees, unzipped the man's pants, and pulled out his cock. It was unusually large. The cautiously put her mouth on the end of it and started sucking it with her lips. The crowd gathered around. She heard jeers and laughter.As she sucked the man's cock got hard and thick. She felt the barrel of his handgun. Gaby's face was covered with Claudia's juices. She wanted to clean her face but Chris told her to stay the way she was. "It makes you look like a real slut." Gaby looked at her daughter and thought how much she would like to give her the same treatment she'd just given Claudia. 'I suppose that makes me a slut' she thought, but she had long passed the point where she cared about such a judgement.Gaby had no idea what her performance had done to Chris's pussy. Chris had at first been amazed to. He swallows, fighting his deepest yearning to watch your breasts rise and fall with each progressive breath. Studying their curves he lowers his hand to hold it just above you, as if absorbing the aura of your softness through the scant fabric. Every fiber of his being longs to tear the fabric away so he can see your naked beauty, but still he pauses in near desperation awaiting the faintest whisper.Downward his hands move hovering just above your stomach, where his body aches to plant his.