”I nodded. “I have friends,” I said, thinking about the girls. I trusted them. We had things in common. I knew that they’d suffered like I had... “I don’t really want to make new ones. I’ll always wonder what they might have done to me last term, or what they might have said. I’m feeling a little better after some time away. Victoria said I’ll continue to have days like this. She said it’s Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. So much shit happened to me that the whole building feels like a trap, you. The tip of his cock rubs against my throbbing pussy. Moaning at the sensation, my eyes close. He slides inside me, stretching my pussy walls. I cry out as he pushes until he’s completely inside me. His hands grip my hips tightly as he slowly strokes in and out of my pussy. He soon speeds up, turning his strokes to deep, powerful thrusts. My body is shaking as he plows into me. My upper body begins to rise up from the desk and he quickly shoves me back down. His hand on my back as he growls and. “No me importa! I came all the way from Europe to see these. Do you really think I care about the ticket?” continued Helena without giving him a chance to finish. After a few altercations, Helena was now trying to lower her voice to avoid making a scene. But it was a little too late for that. She heard a very deep voice coming from behind her. The voice had an obvious American accent, may be LA. It was as calming as it was deep.“Madrid, right?” said the voice obviously addressed at her.“Excuse. Mere id hei – meri bibi Manasi dari hue sahmi si dhire paun se bed room mein akar door bandh kar di.Mein usper apni najar daudaya tou o mere pas akar khadi ho gaie.Mein usko bola, ‘kya re teri bahen akar teri kapda utaregi kya ? chal 2 teri bra ko chodkar aur sab kapde tere jism se nakal de.’ Manasi dhire 2 apni kapde utarne lagee.Bra mein mere samne khadi hokar muhn niche ki aur jhuka li. Mein apni dahene hath se uski bur ki koi ek bal ko pakad kar khincha tou o jor se ro padi.Uski bur ki.