Usne bola maujhe bhi dikhao kitna dam hai tumhare laude me aur kitna der tak chod sakte ho tum kisi ko. Hey bhagwa,,,, uski ye baat sun ke mai to dang...g rah gaya. Mai thoda hichkicha ke bola rani tum ye kaise baat kar r ho, tum to aise nai ho? Fir usne bola sale gandu maine tere lund ki photo dekhi hai aur mujhe bahut pasand ae, ab dikha mujhe apna lund,aur ye bolte bolte vo mere pas ae aur mere pant k upar se hi mera lund daba dia. Mai to sihar g ki aaj ek ladki mere sath aisa kar r h.Fir. I looked down and actually felt my disappointment, a physical thing. I stepped into the aisle, looking up at him said, ‘Thanks for the movie. It was good.’ Then, the moment returned, even better then before because he said, ‘I’m glad you think so. I could not pay attention to the movie with such a beautiful girl sitting next to me.’ He might be virgin, but it must be his own choice! I melted into his body and we walked out the back exit. Taking the back exit allowed a longer walk to his car. I. . I have accessed this site after very long time, and read few good stories, few bad stories, only few of them I found real, and those true stories made me write this and I think after reading the whole write up you will feel the way I feel about this whole concept of sex or love making or what we call fucking.Generally in our daily life we speak Kannada, and most of the conversation was in Kannada in this so called story, but I have tried to translate it to English, it could be a bad try, but. The executioner held a long, black leather case in his left hand and he laid it on the platform to the side of the prisoner. Opening it, he took from the case a long, metallic rope with a plug on one end, and then fitted that plug to the prosthesis on his right arm.The rope immediately started to crackle with energy, sparks shivering down the length as it began to writhe as if alive. The man raised it up and let it whip through the air a few times before turning towards the prisoner and raising.