“Naheen, yeh galat hai…..please Zubair.” I felt like slapping the stupid bitch. I hate these fakes. I mean, come on! Did she not come too laid h...re? Soon she was nude and I was not at all surprised to see long pubic hair forming a dense bush in a dusky cunt that was dripping. I had no intention of sucking such a hairy, reddish looking cunt and so settled for her breasts. I don’t know what was wrong with Ayesha but she was seemingly in pain every time I sucked her boobs a bit harder. She was. He pounded into her like a crazed animal. "Take my cock, you littleslut," he rasped in between thrusts. "Let daddy show you what it means tobe a real woman. You like it when daddy fucks you, don't you?"Monique moaned out her lines like a seasoned actress, "Yes, daddy! Thankyou daddy! Make me into a real woman like you promised! Fuck me daddy!"That's all it took. The senator stiffened and filled Monique with hisdusty spunk. She was still in character, so she moaned in appreciation,as if being. But she most lasciviously gave her good blessing to their sport before retiring, so Good Sir Troilus and Princess Susan carried on, soft mewlings coming from Princess Mesmera’s lips as she watched them and made movements beneath her royal blankets until sleep came for her.Princess Susan cried out in triumphant joy once more as her Good Sir Knight’s shaft found its target yet again, and an explosion of glory was shared by both. As they collapsed onto the bed, there came a knocking at the. Road conditions were expected to deteriorate and become hazardous. I had a hard time believing that road conditions in New Jersey could get much worse than they were under the best of circumstances. As I headed south, traffic on I-95 was practically bumper to bumper. In the constant rain, it was moving slowly, but moving. Occasionally, an intense thunderstorm cell would pass through the area and make driving even worse. I seemed to be making very little progress. I should have expected nothing.