Such wonderful pleasure churned through me. I swayed, fingers dancing, keeping my elementals moving on their body, touching them, pleasuring them, str...king their cocks, sucking on Xera’s nipples. Her tongue dove through my folds, licking with such pleasure.Such urgent need.She loved my pussy, moaning as she drank my juices. My song trilled louder and louder, passion pouring out of it. Chaun hummed a deeper baritone, adding to the song I invented, following along to my melody, harmonizing with. She saw him weeping by a casket. She woke in the early morning light of Christmas Eve day, chilled and cramped from sleeping on the sofa, weeping for the unknown dead in the casket of her dreams. ••••••••••• Alexander Graham slammed the phone down into the cradle. He didn’t usually treat his belongings that way, but he was furious. The bitch had gone into his apartment, stolen his clothing and donated it to some church bazaar on the day before they were supposed to have a tag sale. Alexander. It was when Cindy Sue’s head disappeared from the above the back of the passenger seat and Roger laid he head back on the driver’s seat head rest and sighed that Sharon lost it. Phil already had one arm around her in the center of the backseat and the other hand high up and inside her thigh, meeting no physical resistance as short as her minidress was, when Sharon gave in to ‘what the hell’ and ‘he thinks I’m a slut’ anyway instincts. She’d show that judgmental Roger Bailey, not matter what a. Ami ma k deke bollam edike aso to sona. ma puro ulongo hoye bacchatake dudu dissilo. amar dak sunte peye khate ese amar pase, amar dike mukh ghrurie sulo. amar ma-er dudu duto khub sundor. boro boro kodbeler moto thasa forsa dhobdhobe, ar majhkhane sundor ekti til mai duto k aro rosie tulese. Mai ar veja botay mukh die chuste laglam. Ami gorur dudh, sagoler dudh, uter duhd, mohisher dudh kheyesi kintu ma-er buker dudher moto shad ar kothao paini.Ma bollo– tor bacchata(ma er suntan) amar ak.