Mera lund ek dande ki tarah didi ki choot ki pitayi kar raha tha aur didi maje se aur bhi utejit hone lagi. Uski choot apne hi ras se bheeg chuki thee...aur mera haath zabardast tarike se uski gaand ki pitayi karne laga. Jaise hi maine didi ki gaand ko peetna jari rakha, mera lund aur bhi akadne laga aur mujhe chodne ki ichha yej hone lagi.Maine faisla kiya ki aaj ki suhagrat ko yadgaar banane ke liye didi ki gaand ka udghatan hi hona chahiye. Uske chuttar itne bhare huiye, gore aur naram thai ke. Robert Valentino stepped in. ‘Hi, Kay,’ he said. ‘It took me awhile to find you, this time.’ A second, larger, man stepped in behind him. A nine-millimeter automatic was in his hand, a flashy nickel-plated thing that Kay remembered. Kay struggled to get to her knees and stood. Robert gestured. The man with the pistol checked the house. He came back and shook his head. Robert grabbed Kay by the hair, nearly tearing it out by the roots. ‘Where’s Joy? All I want is to see my girl, Kay.’ ‘And then. His hand reached to her jumping boob, squeezing and crushing it again, pinching her pink nipple too, to produce one more pathic cry of pain. Blonde haired heroine writhed with her long, slim legs spread across the dirty floor, without any chance to fight or escape from this hell on earth. Her body was nothing more like a toy in his hands. He pulled his cock out of her well fucked cunt for a minute, to roll tormented girl on her chest. Then he sunk his duck again inside her, fucking her brutally. I'll cut you, man." the punk warned."Okay, okay, just take it easy," said Brian, sounding worried. "You can have it all ... just don't hurt us, okay?"The punk swelled with self importance and waved with the knife. "Hurry up!" he snapped.Brian reached behind him, like he was going to pull his wallet from his pocket. What appeared in his hand, though, was a .38 Chief's Special, with a two inch barrel."Oh, man!" Brian said as the punk's eyes widened. "Don't you just hate it when you bring a knife.