What does that even mean? I'm vulnerable; very, very vulnerable. This could kill me. Can I take this kind of risk with this beautiful young man? I tru...t him. He's good; deep down he's good. But are we experiencing overpowering lust, or is there more to it? Is the lust based upon real values, true attraction? How can I know?I've got to talk to Donnie. Maybe she can help clarify my emotions. I've got to get Donnie up here. She'll know what to do, how to react. I don't make any major decisions. Ye bat aajse karib do month pahale ki he hamare pados me ek couple rahane aaye the un dono ka nam raj aur neha tha raj karib 45 sal ka hoga aur neha 40 sal ki lekin bahut khubsurat dikh rahi thi uske boobs bahut bade bade the aur vo hamesha navel ke niche hi sadi pahanati thi jisse uski gahari gahari aur white navel dekh kar mera lund turant khada ho jata tha me uske bahar nikalneka intejar karata rahata tha jaise hi vo bahar nikalati me uski navel ke aur bade boos ke darshan karke lund ko. All readers can contact me through This is one of the reader’s experiences of fucking a prostitute for the first time.I will be narrating this story from the point of my reader. My name is Rahul (Name Changed) I am 19 years old from the rural part of Tamil Nadu I was 5.7 feet tall and a slim guy with 5.5-inch tool. I was studying in Boys School and had no scent of women but I was very interested in sex but had no chance of having it. I used to go for our village festival to watch the women’s. Pleading with me through silent tears. My previous strike had left two paired pink lines across her ass, I knew what Ona wanted to see by the nod she gave me. Red Room. I thought to myself as I brought down the second strike, harder than my previous but still not enough. I wound back again and whipped her a third time and a fourth in quick succession, finally leaving little red lines across her behind. Ona crossed the room and stood behind me, kissing my neck sensuously. “You can still do.