It was about sex in the morning, afternoon and night it transcended everything I knew about the Kama Sutra. I was wiggling in my seat with a hot wetne...s. I wanted to suck Raj's cock right there. He was the main character in the novel. Raj was a handsome prince who seduced as many woman as he could lay his eyes on. He was an ever ready one. He described his cock as hard and long .. Just waiting for the next willing cunt to suck and fuck. I wanted Raj right there in the subway train,. I looked . Directly below her, a Freshmen with short, bleached hair named Nevaeh moans around a pair of damp panties stuffed in her mouth. Her thin, pale body tenses on sweat-soaked sheets, and she hisses in pain, not from the thick strap-on buried in her ass, but from the tattoo needle that’s piercing her back.On top of her is another Freshman named Elsa, a talented artist. She’s the one wearing the strap-on, and the one giving Nevaeh her new tattoo: the letters CCL. Beside them, a bottle of lube leaks. Mene pani piya aur tabhi meri sister ai. Usne mujhe kaha Rikta- Arey Anirudh tum kab aai.Me- Abhi aya didi.Rikta- Mai tumhe 6 saal ke baad dekh rahi hu. Abhi tum kitne bade ho gaye ho.Me- Ha didiTabhi vo bohot sexy dikh rahi thi. Mein use pe stare karta raha. Mujhe usse chodne ka mann kar rahtha. Par uncle ghar pe the aur vo bohot strict hai.Raat me khana khaneke baad me aur didi tv dekh rahe the. Tabhi mere haath se tv ka remote girr gaya aur usse catch karte vakt mera haath galti se didi ke. She felt like the worthless whore they had told her she was.“Yes, Master,” she managed to choke out. Her nipples were hardened, fully aroused pink buds as she kept grinding her pussy with primal feminine rapture. Her dad’s skillful tongue had unlocked torrents of sensation she desperately wanted to deny but couldn’t. The girl’s lust-enshrouded face contorted with vying emotions – disgust with herself, pleasure-succumbed libido, and everything in between. Finally, Michaela Werdan could stave off.