"George flailed out with his arms and legs. His attempts to get away were hampered by the rocking motions of the bed beneath him."I love this bed," Ni...ole said. "Aside from being extremely comfortable, it's also quite difficult to get out of." She smiled, showing off two long fangs. "Perfect for my more surprised guests."She crouched and jumped. A downward thrust of her bat wings boosted it into a graceful leap that took her right onto the bed and astride George's body. The bed rocked and. We all decided to play night games. Soon, we started playing football at night on the road in front of Harsh’s society. It was fun as there was no vehicle passing through that road. One night, while playing a rickshaw came by. We stopped our play to let the driver reverse his auto.That was the first time when I saw a beautiful woman walk out wearing a saree. Harsh walked to her and took the baggage she was carrying. I understood that it was his mom, Amisha (name changed). I stared at her beauty. But... who would want to.The nectar of Champagne was truly something that could only be appreciated in the depth of a lover's embrace. She was vibrant and yet her essence was reserved, a treasure to be sought after. As if it were buried in the depths of the ocean, in the cargo hold of a long-abandoned vessel.As he strove to plunge his tongue into her steaming depths, he watched as the lean muscles of her torso writhed erotically to the stroking of his greatest asset, his tongue.Long ago. He has been throwing as much time as he can into work just to be closer to Judy and pursue her new interest in having his giant cock over her girlfriend’s pussy. He would be taking her out at night, but the woman is still too committed to trying to keep her relationship with her girlfriend going and hers and Alan’s expanded one a secret. And so thus the weekend has come and Alan is at home, drinking a beer on his back patio. But he is not alone, his loyal dog at his side. In the house is a.