My brain was hard-wired to complete assignments. I lost touch with emotions and my colleagues started thinking that I had been possessed.But my husban... thought I was cheating on him with some guy (guys!) in the office. He would call me at random hours which disturbed my zone.While talking on the phone, he would tell me all the dirty ways in which he would like to fuck me in bed. Sometimes he was even calling me a slut who forgot her husband (in a drunken rage!). So, after finishing my. My Pretty Girlfriend, I so long to suck right there.My Romantic Sweet Doll, I so need to lick you there.My Feminine Cutie, I await to drink you there,And Exquisite One, I so want to consume it there. Have you ever eaten the ice cream of Eastern Europe?Its milky texture coats your tongue with silky praise,And its immaculate cream vibrates your inner taste buds with worship.However, there is something that we must discuss indeed ladies:Nothing compares to rhythmically sucking a female’s Mons. Another fifteen minutes or so later it appeared to be a either a blonde woman or a blond child and I guessed, a painting easel in front. Five minutes and a few casts later I determined that it was indeed a woman, or girl. I was still a hundred yards away. When I got to about a hundred and fifty feet I could make out that it was a woman, thin, about my age. She was sitting on a small fold up stool with an easel and painting, probably two foot by two foot. She was painting with brushes. Both she. Kya hoga keh rahi thi par bhiya kha manane wle the wo mere hotho ko chus rahe the thodi hi der mein unhone mere badan se ek ek kapda alag kar diya or paglo ki tarah mere jism ko chumne or chusne lage mere pure face ko chumne or chusne ke baad mere boobs ko chusne lage mujhe aisa laga ke bhaiya mere boobs ka sara ka sara ras chus lege bhaiya mere boobs chus rahe the ormere muh se siskiya nikal rahi thi mein baar baar kah rahi thi mnu bhai bas karo par wok aha manane wale the mere kase hue boobs.