Gandu chod de bhosdi ke….Me jhadne wali hai…bhenchod..aur jor se /..uuuuiiiii me aaaiiiiii…aur me jhad gai…..mera bhai meri behan kmuh me jhad... ….kirti to lund ka ras p ke aur nashe me aa gai aur mje dhakka deker boli-“chal hat rand ..tune to fadwa li apni chut…ab me apni chut ka bhosda banwaungi…..Kirti-aja mere gaandu bhai…teri randi behna chut kholker kahdi hai…Meri behan ne mere bhai ka lund chusker use jaldi kadak kar diya tha ab mera bhai kirti ko chodne ja rha tha…Kirti-sale bhenchod. “You really don’t want to?” I asked, rubbing my once again raging hard cock against her. She moaned and rubbed against me too. “I’m scared you’ll hurt me Darren.” “I won’t hurt you baby. But if I do, I’ll stop. We can try again later. We have time, baby. No rush. We have forever.” “Forever?” she asked, giggling again “you’re such a girl.” “You want me to show you how I can be a man?” I asked, threateningly. She shut up then. I grinned and pushed my lips against hers, using my knees to part. With a low groan, she returned her gaze to the computer screen that seemed to be staring back at her. What does he want from me in this? Is he wanting me to suggest something I want him to do to me? Maybe he really does just want a fantasy, something so out there that I would never truly want it to happen but get wet thinking about and reading. She started typing out a setting, the room, the mood, music, lighting. None of the things that really mattered to her, but a start on a story, at least.. This was FINE with Darla Jean! Ted's attempts to stuff her throat weren't a whole lot of fun, but the little flashes that Dwayne's impacts on her clitoris brought her helped her to deal with it, if not ignore it. Every third stroke or so by Ted caused her to curl up and retch, but the curling lifted her hips for Dwayne to get in a better shot. Ted's pattern seemed to stop just short of making her vomit -- she was drooling spit everywhere -- but she was coping, and, periodically, succeeding in.