I am. She's never had to force herself to ignore bad reviews. She's never wondered for a second how on earth she'd come up with a story for the next m...nth. She never writes a whole story and throws it away. But she's real--I want you to know that. She talks to me. She pouts when I want to make her do something she doesn't want to. 'What do you think I am, a slut?' she'll say. Then there's no help for it, I have to think of something else." But she let you call her 'desperately unhappy' in. Me moans nikalne lagi.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee honeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.Or me v gand utha utha k uska sath dene lagi. Harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr comeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn honeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Wo b muje galiya dene laga le meri. I checked for the lack of other people, prior to inviting her to guide the pee stream. I saw her arousal rise as she gawked at my exposed meatus firing off a golden liquid. Once done, I got her to wipe the meatus with her finger. She kept me exposed for longer than I felt comfortable. She had a firm grip on my penis with one hand, while the other tried to hike up her own dress.With no other people around, so I placed my hands on her hips, feeling her up. I asked her to relax as I raised her. I circled my tounge on her clit. I spread her wide and stuck my tounge as deep in her as I could. I sucked on her whole pussy. I only tasted her juice and asked her if he'd worn a condom. She said "Of course!" Words don't do justice to my disappointment. Knowing how good it felt, I used her pussy juice as lube to finger her ass. She groaned, rolled over and spread her cheeks. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I only fingered her. She hadn't licked my asshole, had been wasting hit after hit.