Women mujhse dosti karana chahe to mere mail par contect kare. aage ab stories padiye Meri Dusari Didi ka nam Radhika hai. Meri Didi Radhika ko gandi...kitab padhane ki buri aadat ho gayi thi. Apni kitab me chudai ki kahaniya ki kitab chupakar padhane ke bahane chudai ki kahani padhkar apni choot me ungli dal kar chudai ke maze leti thi. Apani choot mai ungli dal kar aur pair (legs) hila hila kar khub anand leti thi. Meri Didi Radhika hamare padosh me rahane aye Sardarji ke sath kafi ghulmil. When Master was out of town, I was loaned to one of a handful of Master’s friends. Either was sent there or they stay at Master’s house. During these times I was well used. Master sometimes had dinner guests, both male and female (mostly male). By this time I was very feminine looking and could pass as a female quite easily. Between the hormones and the corset my body had very little choice in the matter. One weekend when Master was out of town, I was loaned to a local Madame. I spent most of. May coughed and Gary grew angry. “Thought you would try to hurt me huh!” he said as he slapped her again. “No…Gary…I…just.” Gary slapped her again. “I don’t want to hear it bitch!” He grabbed the gag and tied it up tight. “Now it’s no more sweet guy.” He grabbed her face and began face fucking her rapidly. She began to cry and tried to remove her gag to explain but it was on too tight. Gary grabbed her head and began jacking off rapidly. He finally shot cum all over her face and in her eye.Gary. As my eyes lulled, and I realised I was slightly drooling from my tongue hanging out of my mouth in ecstasy. My arms gave way, as I shook from the sensation. I dropped onto my elbows from my hands. Hands now marked with grass and dirt textures. My arse raised up towards you. Disorientating your ability to thrust in the same way. I didn’t have any voice left to apologise, just to close my eyes and breathe. My breasts now fully dragging in the dirt. The sweat dripping from me, making small pieces.