Meun unu pare kita te jaan lagi taJeeta : kithe tur geyiPeeto : moot karn chali aa nale aa bund bhi dho aawa tu gandi karti.Jeeta : jaa jaa kar aa moo...Mein bathroom chali geyi . Mein fuddi te bund nu towel naal saaf kita te moot karn beh geyi ta oh magar hi aa geya.Preeto : tu kithe muh chukeya , ki hoyaJeeta : aaje ta kuch nhi hoya hun hoyu jo hona.Fer une menu baah toh fad ke khada kar leya te apna lun meri fuddi ch paa ke kehda.Jeeta : hun kar moot saliyePreeto : hat jaa haramdeya pare moot. The second week of class, our teacher had a talk with me about “showing off my body”. She ignored my protests that I was just following the school rules for appropriate gym attire and told me starting the next day I was expected to wear a sweatshirt and to be prepare to wear one no matter how hot it got later in the year.I will never forget how my life changed when Patty Lynch made up that song about my nips and the boys caught wind of it. She egged them on until they got brave enough to snap. As she was still shivering I reached out and pulled her to me so we could warm up quicker. Her breasts were pressing into my chest giving me electric feelings and she said this is making me tingle. As she started to warm up she scooted in on my thighs until her slit was resting on my on my stiff penis.“Can you feel my stiff cock?”“It feels so good” she said and then started to rock gently back and forward on my thighs moving her nipples up and down on my chest. After a while my cock worked its. Melanie felt a deep savage hunger swell through her, she felt like a bitch in heat. She craved to be devoured like a feast and then fucked like the wanton bitch she was. She needed to be thrown around and be taken in whatever way Fiona desired. No human words, just the carnal song of their physical desires whirling them both into its seductive rhythms.Melanie groaned and bucked when she felt Fiona’s hot breath on her oyster. Warm lips enveloped hers, a hot mouth sucked her lips inside. The.