Now let’s begin the story!Main pune k wadia colge me third year me padhta hun. Ek din colge se lote same maine walk karne ka socha kyo k colge se me...e Room pass hi tha, aur mausam bhi bhot acha tha. Maine us din apni favorite shirt pehni thi. Achanak jab me footpath pe chal raha tha to ek biker mere pass aa kar rkuka. Use dekh kar mai bhi ruk gaya..usne apna helmet utara or mujhse puchne laga, “aap ko kalyani nagar ka rasta pata hai??” he was abot 30… and looked quite descent. Maine kanha, “han. I did not know what to say or to even think for that matter. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had up to this very moment. “Told you that you were beautiful,” Nolan whispered into my ear as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I felt my cheeks get warm and I could tell that I was blushing. Normally that would bother me, but I did not care if he saw me blush. “Thank you,” I said trying to hold back from blushing even more. I had a feeling that I was failing, but once again, I really did. " Doesn't work, though," Juniper said. "The imagery is just all wrong. Some things just shouldn't smile, you know? It's like circus clowns." Circus clowns shouldn't smile?" No, no. But you know how clowns can creep people out, sometimes? Just by being what they are -- clowns? ... It's like that. Smiling penises seem just naturally kind of threatening. Sinister ... Like smiling snakes." Well, the nicest thing about it, Daddy's Little Helper, there, does most of his best smiling when you can't. After five minutes of him ramming and reaming my ass I was beginning to grow weak. My legs felt like jelly and my breathing was very heavy. I felt light headed and my ass was on fire."YES BABY....JUST KEEP FUCKING ME SON," I told him.I did not have any strength left in my body to push myself backwards to meet his hard thrusts; my son would need to do all the work and work he did.He was like a fucking machine, he kept ripping at my ass, shoving his monster cock into me, then swiftly pulling it.