I scream your name as you bite me, your nails digging into my back, leaving claw marks. I shatter all over you. As I move myself to bury you as deep a... possible, you move your hand to my clitoris. Your mouth is nibbling and pulling on my nipples while your thumb circles, and your hot hard penis throbs inside me. I come again and this time I screech and growl like the most untamable animal of all.You are so close, but I have other plans. Such a special man as you; you always deserve a special. Mera ID hai Main apka aur waqt waste na karte hue sidhe story pe aata hoon jaise ki maine bataya tha us raat mujhe nind nahi aayi aur jab main bathroom jane ke liye utha,to dekha ki Mami ki room ki light on hai mujhe jara doubt hua aur main door ke ek chhote hole se dekha ki Mami apni nighty upar karke apne chut ko ragad rahi thi.unke aankhon mein ansoo the. Lekin mujhe unke ansoo nahin balki unki gulabi chut dikhai de rahi thi.Dheere dheere unhone apne middle finger ko apne chut ke ander le. 1969 was an awesome year for memories, or so I'm told: the moon landing, Vietnam war, and its protests, bra-burning, which would never happen at 2019 prices, and that gargoyle, Nixon, in the White House. Also, Sharon Tate had been murdered by the infamous Manson family the week before the festival. I still remember vividly that August morning, climbing into a friend's VW van with epic Frank Frazzeta artwork front to back. My mother, Moonbeam, had washed all my tie-dyed tee shirts using new. I was very upset to see Roxy stand still, as if she was showing me her swollen, inflamed, hurting pussy and quietly asking for help. As I moved quickly towards the cages of the chicken, instead of tending to her need, I saw her drop the head and fall down to the ground on those hind legs, crushing already painful looking cunt lips under her. After handing the eggs to mom, as I turned to get out of kitchen, an extremely dirty thought came to my mind. Maybe, Roxy had no infection or neither she.