AaahhhhRaj-maza aa raha hai…darling…Geeta-aise hi chodte raho apni rani ko…mere raja…chut maro…maze le lo meri chut ke…( • ) ( • ) mer... boob pakad kr chodo yaar….bade uchhal rahe hain…pakad lo yaar..ye bhi bahut khush hain… ( • )…( • )Maine uske gore gore boob pakad liye…boob mushkil se hath mein aa rahe the..boob ko pakadne k baad wo muskrane lgi..bahut khush hoker apni chut chudwa tahi thi…Geeta bahut hi mast girl thi…uske paas her cheej mast thi…uska chehra bahut khoobsurat tha…uski mast. One clapped the knight who had impaled her on the shoulder. "You've speared the little slut well, Gavin," he yelled.The one named Gavin raised his visor, revealing the beautiful face she had seen the last two days, but subtly changed. Malice and cruel intent marked this face and instead of beauty, she saw horror and vileness. He continued to laugh, his perfect features making his intentional abuse of her more cruel."Aye, I have, and I'll spear her again soon, perhaps daily," he said.—Nadia. As I held him there against my breast, listening to his breathing, I couldn’t help thinking whether we’d be able to keep the newfound freedoms the three of us had discovered. It was like we’d found something so rare that it was impossible to value – like we’d been given a stolen masterpiece. I didn’t know what to do with it, but I knew I wanted to keep it.The following morning, I drove over to my parents before lunch and as I parked my car, my brother pulled up. There wasn’t really enough time. I agreed, and we got up to leave. We walked a short five minutes to a fancy apartment building. Going up in the lift we arrived at her apartment. It was a spacious, comfortable place. She led me to the kitchen and poured out two glasses of white wine.We sipped our wine in silence, we both knew where it was leading, but both didn't seem sure how to make the first move. I decided I would be the one to do it.I walked over to her and leant forward. Our faces were less than an inch from each other.