You knew you came from royalty, ’twas a burden you had worn as easily as the finery which adorned your body every single day. Yet you longed for som...thing different, something better not only for yourself but for all those who one day would look upon you as queen, a day which you dreaded might come sooner than later. Your mother had died, the harshness of winter and her class not any more kind to her than to the others of the village who the difficult season had claimed. For your father he. .oooee mar gayee , sab hansne lage aslam nai dusre jhatke mai pura lund gaand mai daal diya ooo meri gaand phat gayi didi,plz dhire karo plz sahan nahi hote do-do lund, kyu Haramjadi slow kyo tu to lund ki bhukhi ladki hai tuje to sara din randi ki tarah chudna hai itni chudai hogi tum dono ki tum chal bi na pao, ab hum dono behne buri tarah se chud rahi, mai unka sath dene lagi jab salim dhakka marta to rajesh ruk jata is tarah meri gaand aur chut dono chud rahi thi ab to room mai pach-pach ki. There was something about being dressing up as a girl that stimulated my senses, making me feel sexy, horny and yet somehow complete all at the same time. My slim figure with practically no body hair and my fair complexion made it quite easy for me to pass as a young girl, especially when wearing makeup. I had a collection of photos of me on my computer, in which I swear nobody would have been able to tell if I was a boy or a girl. “You’re a total pervert!” she said finally, standing up and. A half a dozen good canings for ‘failing to satisfy’ had made all the difference. Belle had never looked back. Hassan came to a firm erection. Not bad, he reflected. He’d had the other girl only an hour ago. He tugged gently on Belle’s hair. “Up you come,” he said, “and give me a nice ride.” He grinned. “There’ll be plenty of people riding you before long!” Belle rose up and, with thighs wide apart, straddled Hassan’s black body. Slowly but surely she lowered her haunches and took the solid.