Queeny Bitch has a bag of meringue bites and each one is a supery-doopery delicious flavour like cunty caramel or todger toffee or anal appletise or l...ctating lemon or cummy kisses and every time you're a 'good girly' you're allowed to crawl over to her moaning minge so you can lap and lap and lap until your tongue finds your pavlova treat. And just like when I was administering and polish dancing, I aced it. So, the first thing you had to do was kneel on the floor, and when Queeny Bitch told. "Muscles says she wants to be your slave," Lila says. I gotta laugh. Muscles as a slave? I don't think so."She's just happy I ass-fucked Mr. Child Raper," I tell her."I didn't know you swung that way either," Lila admits."Hey, guys fuck some really god-awful women," I tell her. "You just close your eyes and think of Hillary Duff." Murray!" Lila said, shocked. "You're terrible!"I grinned as she and Tina jumped on me.Well, I can't complain about my bed-mates that night. Yeah, we all pile into. Shaam ko 7 pm men shower le kar ready ho gaya or kyonke beach jaaRahay they men ne ek loose shirt or bermuda shorts pehni jo ke mereGhutno tak thee. Or men mall chal gaya or 8 baje men pohanch gaya.Wo 8:10 per wahan pohanchi or usne wohi pink top or ek skirt pehenRakhi thee jo ke uski thighs ko aadha cover kar rahi thee or looseThee. Uski white legs itni chinki or chamak rahi thee ke men bayaanNahi kar sakta. Or wo bhi naha kar aai thee kyonke uske baal abhi bhiGeelay they or usne thora sa. I move away from your gorgeous breasts to sit between your spread thighs, applying more warm oil to my hands as I begin to stroke upwards from your knees, pressing my fingers into the trembling flesh of your inner thighs, rising to where your body connects and stroking the crease between groin and thigh with one finger on each side. Painfully close, but teasing; you thrust your hips forward and groan an incoherent, animalistic shriek of desperate desire. You feel warm drops of oil dripping.