ChoklityKamar-28 ‘Gand ki size-34 ‘Choot pa bal ha rakthi ha- chota 2 sa .Coot ka colour- ak dam gori .Kitni bar chudva chuki ha- tho ma bunty ki ...haraf dakhi or boli kaya likhu .tho who bolo sahi 2 likho ,i-no kar dathi hu .bunty-nahi who apki choot dakh ka samaz jaygha ki ap kavari nahi ho .i-tho 5 bar likh dathi hu ok pir mana lika dea .pir aga barna laghi.kiss sa chudhi ho -tho mana bunty ka nam likh dea .mara boy frind . Pir mana form matha ko da dea or fir us na sine kar ka apni daraj ma. Desperately! Paul raised his head and inserted his middle finger into her cunt. His finger curved up and searched for her G-spot, found it and started to rub. As he did so, he licked her clit. Joan was groaning something, nearly incoherent. Then he sucked on her bud and Joan exploded in orgasm again. She arched her back, twisting against Paul’s hold and the cuffs, holding her body in tortuous agony, crying out. Slowly she relaxed. Paul gave her clit a final lick and then rose up, kissing his. He bit the bullet and mailed back to his contacts to say he'd be at the venue.His mind was buzzing as he drove to the pub. He was a bag of nerves as he parked the car and walked in. He would case the joint first in order to get a feel of what he was in for; if the place was full of small beady-eyed men in plastic macs, he was off. He ordered a pint and a buxom woman behind the bar smiled at him as she pulled the pint for him. There were more women than men in the seated areas and he did not see. The warmth inside of me spread across my leg and groin. It felt like being snuggled by a warm blanket on a weekend morning. I placed my fingers on his forearm and rested my head on his shoulder purring my approval. His hand ventured from my thigh to my pussy, rubbing it lightly over my shorts. My eyes closed as the warm massage continued to send pleasure through my hips. I was breathing softly and I could feel my panties starting to moisten from the pressure and my lust.I opened my eyes to make.