Aysy na karoLarki: hasty hai…Aur aik dafa phir sukha hath aik hi go mein gand mein ghusa dyti hai.bazo tak..Or biwi ki chekh sa pura room bhar jata ...ai.Saali tu is kabil nahi hai ka mein koi lyhaz karon tera…jo bazari kuttia hoti hai na usko koi pyar nahi karta..Uski tu bus gand or choot ka bhosra bana hota hai…Phir wo larki achi tara kuch dyr tak hath ko undar bahir karti hai.Ka jab wo pura hath bahir nikalti hai tu gand ka bhi football ban gaya hota hai..Or larki ka haath gund or khoon ka. When he removed it, his tongue wrestled with mine and I felt him reach back with both hands as he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands. His right hand slid along my ass and I felt to his finger probe at my asshole. It was wet from our mouths as he gently pushed it into my opening. Deeper and deeper it went as he would pull his finger almost out before he would push it back. After a few minutes he removed it and rested his hands on my shoulder pushing me down to the floor. When my knees were. Akhtar was sitting on the middle couch and Khan Chacha on the side couch. Vinod, Rekha, and Maya stood in front of them. And others were standing near them.“I hear one of you slapped my boy, Chotu,” Akhtar asked.“No, we would never do that. I know the consequences of messing with your men. We didn’t do it,” Vinod blabbered, having no idea of what happened in the afternoon.“You sure know the consequences. But do these ladies know what messing with me means?” Akhtar was very polite to them so. .” pull myself in to him, our eyes never breaking the lock they have and as my lips meet his and I feel his hands on my waist. The fullness of his lips press back against me and as he returned the kiss I feel his hands clutch at my waist as if he doesn’t trust them to stay there. And before I could really begin to appreciate the moment those same hands pushed me away hard and fast. I moved back through the water, propelled by the force of his thrust. “Amy... what was... I ... you ... you can’t.