Me boli nehi nehi app mere papa ke umar ke hay app meri talve mat chatiye sirf mei chut ko chatiye or meri kamar tod chudai kariye.Ese bol ke me unke ...ress utar ne lagi or unka lund ko sehelane lagi or unke chatike bal me ungli ghuman lagi.phir wo mere ek ek kapde utar ne lage or me unka eke k kapda utarne lagi fhir ham dono nange hogaye or wo mujhe apne godh me uthake bed pe suladiye or meri legs se leke meri lips tap kiss karne lahe or mei chut me ungli karne lage.phir me unko Dhaka deke unke. I watched his hand dip beneath her skirt momentarily before hanging at his side. This was the opportunity I had waited for! Turning back to back simultaneously scanning faces for recognition of my actions and groping for the target. My brain was at full capacity as I rationalised risk levels and considered the implications of getting busted. It was fair to say that my condition did not lend itself to fighting.All thoughts were brushed aside as I touched bare flesh. The initial landing spot. Your arms were tied behind your back at the elbows and wrists, pushing your chest out even more. The rope clinched down around your tits just enough to turn them a slight red, before attaching to a hook in your collar. The driver seemed to admire you, making you curse yourself for getting wet. He took a step closer and kicked your thighs open, stinging and bruising your leg slightly. You grunted out of anger but were helpless to do anything but comply. He took a step closer still and stuck the. CJ kept his fingers inside me, and brought his lips to mine. "So beautiful," CJ whispered his lips on mine. "And so impossible to stop myself."I nudged CJ, gently rolling him to his back, moving myself on top of him. I nestled CJ between my knees, leaned down, giggling when my hair completely covered CJ's face. I lightly kissed his lips, then I sat up and fixed my tits back into my dress, shaking my head at the naughty, naughty man under me."You don't have to stop," I said, quietly. "I don't.