‘Okay, pictures of hot women in their underwear specifically.’ All three of them laughed. ‘I always knew you only wanted me for my body,’ Dali...a teased, flouncing her hips in a way that drew more attention to the body under discussion. It was a nice one, Carly had to admit. Dalila wasn’t nearly as angular as some of the other models in the room. She wasn’t what you’d call voluptuous, but she had curves. She’d probably look much better modeling lingerie, or perhaps doing nude shots… Carly. There was a packet with the story to tell for each possible question I might get asked here. I passed the balding man a brown envelope marked C.S.I.V. I explained how I was here visiting my aunt when I got accepted to be an exchange student. I had to leave at the end of next week. I pulled out a paper with the addresses of all of the express passport centers listed, the costs and how to get one done in person. Not believing me, he picked up the phone and asked for an extension. I didn’t hear. I moan and struggle, trying to get away, but the thick tentacle just keeps pounding my ass, and the smaller ones lick away the cum from my cockhead, the stimulation so intense it's almost painful, their delicate tips probing the slit and pisshole. I scream, the sound muffled by the tentacle in my mouth, as one of the little tentacles stretches out long and thin, and begins to squirm down into my cock, a feeling like- like...like I don't know what, but it's intense and visceral, pain and. Mom dad ki death ke baad hum dono ka gaon jana hua jaha humari bahut sari zameen hai jime humare servant kheti karte hai. To humdono ghumne ke purpose se gaon gaye.Ye barish ka season tha or humlog sham me apne ghar pahuche. Thodi der baad didi ne mujhse kaha ki chalo apne kheto me ghum ke aate hai. Mai thaka hua tha but didi ko akela jaane bhi nahi de sakta tha to nahi chahte hue bhi unke sath ho liya. Humare waha kafi plot hai jo boundry kiye hue hai.or bich me chhota sa taalab bhi bana hua.