Itna mota lund kia sambhal kar rkho ge….mujhe iss lund ki malkin bana lo…Mujhe iss lund ki dassi bana lo….ohhhh mere malik mujeh chod kar nihal ...ar do…meri chut par apna kabza kar lo…mujhe berhmi se pelte raho sari raat….sari zindagi….uiiiii….main mareeeeee ja rahi hoon….meri chut jal rahi hai” Main usski chudayi ki faryad sun kar ruk gaya. Maine usski maang se sindoor le kar usski chut ke beecho beech laga diya,” Suman, aurat ki asali maang usski janghon ke bech hoti hai jahan par usske pati. She glanced at the door and then tossed her top on the floor.Effing prick. Wouldn't he just love to see her topless, she thought. Wouldn't he love to catch her topless with the hickey on her boob. She looked down at it, blinking. Then she squeaked, "What?"Whirling, she eyed herself bug-eyed in the mirror. She had four hickeys on her boobs, not one. Overnight, someone had added a second bite to the underside of her left breast, and two more to her right, staggered slightly apart. She gaped,. "They all think theirs is the longest. The hardest. Are you like that too? Hmh, Andy?" She stroked his bare shoulder. "Do you think your cock is God's gift to all your little girlfriends? Do you think you're the greatest fuck there ever was?"Andy's jaw hung open. His heart started thumping as his cock tented against the towel. "Ah, well actually, I've been told I'm pretty good." He shifted his position, trying to conceal his throbbing cock in the folds of the towel. "Some even say I'm the. By then I will have been dead for hours. My second will come to collect me an hour before the due time. We will walk to the agreed duelling ground near the River Thames. After the duel the participants, principals and seconds, will leave by boat to avoid capture by the authorities. One of those leaving, me, will be a corpse to be delivered to Emily. ‘Oh, Emily!’ I say aloud. ‘I love you, Emily. I want you here, for one last kiss.’ But there would be no last kiss, not even a loving word. Emily’s.