Nayantara halka sa muskurai aur firr usne apne sare kapde utar diye aur firr apne choocho par tel mal liya aur firr Raja ke lund ko apne bade bade cho...cho ke beech dabakar apne choocho se lund par maalish karne lag gayi. Raja bhi utejit ho gaya aur woh bhi apne lund ko jhatke dene laga aurNayantara ke choocho ko chodne laga aur Nayantara ke garam garam choocho ka sparsh upar se tel ki garmi se lund ek chattaan ki tarah sakht ho gaya harr ragad se Raja aur utejit ho raha tha aur use bas ab ek. They come with the tight constriction around my neck, making me fight for breath although I cannot remember breathing since transcending to this realm. My eyes, although floating erratically, threaten to pop out of my skull and start filling with tears as my stertorous breath gargles through the tight grip around my throat.The ice-cold, red-hot needles piercing into my flesh trigger renewed waves of stinging pain, and with them, floods of serotonin are being released into my nervous system,. We usually both hated doing voice unless it was with someone we knew and whose voice we liked. So many times, we would hear people talk whose voice didn’t match their online image, shattering the illusion. It’s quite the let down to see a beautiful woman and create a dream of what she sounds like, only to have that fantasy destroyed when you hear something radically different.The results for us had been hit-and-miss but mostly miss. So, for Carol to even consider voicing with someone she didn’t. ”“Gigi,” said Viv. “What’s the likelihood of that thing dropping while we’re underneath it?”“Unlikely at best,” Gigi replied. “The container, the attachment points, and the cable are all rated for about five times the weight that could possibly be stuffed into one of those things. The crane itself is designed to lock everything in place when it malfunctions.”“What about material fatigue from twisting in the wind for the last five hours?”“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Gigi said. “Carbon fiber is.