Aur bate karne lage…Cold drink khatam karne ke bad mai ne dhere se uski thighs par hath rakha to usne mera hath hata diya….Maine pucha kya hua to ...sne kch nhi kaha…Maine phir uska hath apne hatho me kiya aur usse kaha ke archi I like u….Usne kaha ye galat h vivek…..Maine kaha kya galat h…Usne kaha yahi jo tum kar rage ho…Maine use apni our moda aur kaha but I like u aur use kiss karne ke liye hoth uske karib le gaya par usne mujhe rok diya…Maine phir try ki but wo nhi man rhi thi…Mujhe laga. I am pressed against the side of my apartment building, dressed in black, the scented rag in my right hand. I sense that she is near and the time is right. I take one step from the alley, extend my hand over her face and cover her mouth, pulling her to me in one motion as she reacts ever so briefly and, startled, inhales a full, deep breath. Instantly she is limp in my arms and I simply carry her to the door, enter and go directly to my room. There are no tracks or drag marks; no part of her. She pulled him up into a sweet and caring hug, flexing just a little higher. He wrapped his arms around her, with one up at the shoulder, pulling her down onto his cock, and the other splayed out, his palm and fingers covering her lower back. She flexed higher, and they shared a brief and ironically chaste kiss, considering what was happening down below. Steve's breathing became more and more uneven with each flex of Haley's incredibly well-trained 'Fun Tunnel'. Neither of them was moving, not. He signaled to his men and pointed at a young man. Two soldiers waded into the crowd and lifted him up by his arms, throwing him to the ground in front of their leader. He knelt down before the captive and took his jaw in his hands. The young man turned his face, earning him a brutal slap. The crack echoed through the air. Everything else was silent. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ‘You,’ he spoke with a voice like steel and gravel,.