So this all started when I was in my final year of engineering. I was a very vibrant kind of a guy. I had a cousin named Anshika who was 4 years young...r than me. She was preparing for medical college. We never use to talk that much but suddenly we came into touch through whatsapp. The next part is the conversationAnshika: hii BhaiMe: hi der A: aapko to kabhi yaad aati nahi meri socha mai hi baat kar luM: arrey aisa nahi hai bas thoda busy thaA:ohoo bhaiya itne bhi kya busy jo ek msg nhi kar. She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more thelonger she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hardyoung cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knewthat she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had everdone for his father.Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big maturecock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent ofhis cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and. With disappointment I reached home and called her. But she did not picked it. I felt fully angry, so I called again and again. Finally her children picked it but she was asking her child to say that mom is not there(her voice is audible from phone). I disappointed much more now. But daily I used to call her, even though she didn’t lift the phone. After 1 week she lifted the cal and said her children were going to their grandmothers home so I can come on that next day.Now my feelings are same a. No man will ever want you. Look at me!? he used magic to lift her head and stare down her body. She watched as Jafar’s cock rammed in and out of her pussy. Jafar got on his knees and continued brutally fucking the girl. He pushed her knees even farther apart, wanting her to feel as open and exposed as he could. He then lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pumping deeper and deeper into her abused cunt. Jasmine, despite not being able to move, cried tears of humiliation and pain. Jafar.