“A demon? Spare me the bullshit and tell me what you want with me?”The demon hissed into his ear, revealing its temper. “You?! I couldn’t care...less about you, human. I just want your pitiful excuse for a soul.” The demon calmed itself and went back to a business-like tone. “So this how it works you can ask, I give. You die. I collect.”“Basically, your willing to give me my heart's desire, in exchange for my soul when I eventually die?”The demon’s tone changed immediately at the human. I asked her what she feel for them? She told she to want to experience it. She also told me that no body is going to come back for at least 3 hours. I looked towards her and found lust for sex in her eyes. I lifted her face and plant A soft kiss on her lips. She responded now I starts more passionately and soon our tongues are exploring each other. I put my hand in her t shirt and found no bra there; I put my palms on her small but firm boobs and starts creasing them. Then I pull her t shirt. Ranjana jo h vo sohan ki sagi bhen h. Ye dilchasp vardat darasl mere se shuru hoti h.Mein shayd bahut jyada khubsurat hun is liye school ke dinon se hi kai ladke mujhe chhedte the.Koi mere gaal chat-taa to koi mera shirt tatol meri chhati pr chikoti marta.Jb mein college pahuncha tb bhi mere sath ye harkaten hoti.Ek din mere english ke master jorawar singh ne jo ki 38 sal ke the, unhone mera knicker khol meri gaand mari.Us vakt me 19 saal ka hi tha.Unka lund garam-garam tha jo mujhe, pata nahi. ”“Wow!” says the judge. “156 people! How did you manage to do that?”“Well, I used a similar diagram,” the guy says. “I drew two circles like this: oO. Then I pointed to the little circle and said, ‘This is your asshole before prison...”This is compliments of J & BJust some DEEP thoughts for 2017• The location of your mailbox shows you how far away from your house you can be in a robe before you start looking like a mental patient.• My therapist said that my narcissism causes me to misread.