Now i want to double that and see where i should go from here.Happy for suggestions too.Below are some of my stories – some real, some embelleished,...and some I wish were real.Which of my stories do I need to do a follow-up story to produce the maximum amount of. So I hope that gives you guys a clearer picture. She was graceful, elegant and sexy. It so happened that mine was always the last drop while hers was the first. The pickup vice versa.The training was absolutely dead and not much of talk in our cab journeys. Two months passed and we were assigned to first night shifts. Since my place was horrifically far, many employees preferred not to travel on my route. But Zee kept mum as she was new like me to the corporate world. We kept our voice down and. She kept reaching down and getting more until she had swallowed allthe leaked cum. My brother started pushing her off his cock. Not sureif my brother would stop and get up now, I slowly made my way back up,taking one last look at my hijabi bhabhi's tits, cunt and in the enddisappointed face, her eyes, her lips.I woke up next day with a deep desire to fuck a hijabi sister. Iwanted it to be my bhabhi Fauzia, but any hijabi or niqaabi would doright now. Just as I was about to leave for university. I push you to your knees - holding your hair tight as I do,"Behave yourself you little cunt. Use that fucking mouth of yours for what it was meant for!"I push my shorts down and my hard cock pops out. I pull your hair hard and your mouth opens. I dont waste any time and thrust my cock into it. Filling your mouth and into your throat. I feel you gag on it, your spit spraying out onto my crotch as you cough and gag on me. "Suck it Whore!" Demanding as I fuck your mouth hard and beginning to feel.