Have you thought that maybe…and I do mean maybe, she learnt early on that men only want one thing from her?’ Misha looked at John, his blood drain...ng out of his face. ‘I don’t think so, I think it’s more a matter of validating herself as she told me once that she was the proverbial ugly duckling, not really blossoming until she was eighteen, and then the boys paid her attention and for the first time she didn’t feel like she was outside of the crowd.’ ‘Well whatever the reason she needs. Mai b uske upr aya or uske munh pe hath rkha or apne lund ko uske gand pe rakh diya.Fir maine ek bht tej jhatka mara or aadha lund uski gaand me tha. Wo ro rahi thi but ab mujhe kuch ni soojh raha tha. Mai jhatke maarta raha.Wo ab do lundo se ek sath chud rahi thi or ab to kisi raand k jaise maje le rahi thi. Mai uski gaand me or bhaiya uski choot me jhad gaye.Thodi der baad wo boli k use dard ho raha h or wo chal b ni pa raho sai se. Mere bhaiya ne use tablet di ek. Wo apne ghar agyi or maine. However, their childhood had been far more open than hers had.Erika had grown up sheltered. Her parents kept her isolated and home-schooled her when she wasn't attending classes for her religion. Acting was her only escape and she had become further excited about it as she grew more adept. Where is this going, her family would often ask as they watched her star in commercials and small press movies. Erika had answered them when she got multiple awards for her performance in "Traffic" and then. This infuriated her.“Because I’m obsessed with making you wet. Absolutely and completely obsessed. Making your glorious pussy, which I worship more than life itself, sloppy soaking wet is the only thing I ever think or care about anymore.”“I guess that answers that.” She had leaned back and was slowly, rhythmically swiveling and thrusting her hips and squeezing and unsqueezing her increasingly lubricated bare upper thighs against one another. She let out a little moan.“Not even a little.