"Yes, I like pink" he breathed lightly brushing my ear lobe with his lips "I want to play with your peter" he whispered, cupping my cock through my pa...ties. "Ooooh yes" I moaned. "Lets slip your shorts off" he suggested, I lifted up and he pulled them down to my ankles, I kicked my shoes off and he bent down and slipped my shorts over my feet. He put his nose to the front of my panties and inhaled deeply before sitting back up. God, I was soooo turned on, I reached over to rub his cock through. Kız, onyedi veya onsekiz yaşlarında balık etinde ve kumral bir tipti. Ayrıca, giyimi kuşamı da öyle ahım şahım değildi. İçimde “Vah, vah!... Bir arkadaşında gördü veya gösterdiler; kız da herhalde alıp otuzbir çekiyordur” diye düşünmeye başladım. Çünkü o bir erkekle beraber olup sikiş yapacak gibi gelmedi bana... Ama dünyanın bin türlü hali vardı ve o delik de olabilirdi. Eh, İstanbul çocuğuyduk ve bu yollarda az zaman tüketmemiştik... Tabii delikse icabına bakardık. O gün ona fazla açık saçık. “What do you mean, suffer?”“You want nothing more than to fuck me right now,” I told her. I debated not telling her, but I figured I’d leave her with at least the courtesy of knowing why. She deserved that much. “You can’t explain it, but all day long, your thoughts are consumed with wanting to fuck me. That’s why you didn’t come to economics. You knew you couldn’t control yourself.”“Y-you know?! How??” Ophelia blurted, her pussy lips pulsing with lust for me and only me.I couldn’t help myself. The Queen’s smile turned into a scowl. At last the priest placed the tiara on Mona’s head and the room burst into applause. For the next several hours Mona received the well wishes of those present. Many of the people had known her as Duchess. It was nice to see that they still supported her. One of her former ladies in waiting came forward on the arm of her new husband, the Herin general who had led her from the castle when it had fallen all those months ago. That stopped Mona short for a few.