Shift ke time mera bhai ko denish ke room mai maa ka wo kala patticot mil gaya jo denish ne nissani ke taur par rakha tha,mera bhai rohan patticot ko ...ahar maa ke paas leka aagaya aur bola ke maa ya us room mai tha tab tak meri bahan and kaha ke ab maa ke sara patticot papa ke room mai milaga ya baat sun kar sab hasnay laga maa sarmakar laal ho gai aur waha se chali gai sara shifting ka kaam ho gayaSaam ho gai aaj meri aur denish ke leave ka last din tha agla din hum ko office jana tha raat ho. Our faces were inches apart, our noses brushed a little. I leaned in closer, feeling his hardness grow against my thigh. He stopped. ‘I don’t think I’m up for it.’ He didn’t meet my eyes as he spoke. I ran a hand through his hair, feeling the curls wrap around my fingers. I squirmed so that I was sitting across his lap, my head nestled in the nook formed by his neck and shoulder, my legs hanging over the side of the chair ‘Can you hold me at least?’ ‘Always,’ he said as his arms tightened. There was no doubt the painting were magnificent and they were the sort she could admire, at least you knew what they were representing, not like the modern rubbish you almost had to stand on your head to work out what the artist intended, let along try to know what the painting was about. She was standing admiring one of the works when she was startled by a voice behind her. She turned, for a second slightly flushed. The voice belonged to a man the same colour as Omo of yesterday and like Omo. ." Grabbing the back of my head, he drove his cock back deep down into my throat. Pulling my head back, he thrust my mouth down on his cock over and over. Gagging as his cock kept pushing down into my throat, he fucked my mouth relentlessly. He spoke but I didn't make it out. Just trying to catch my breath, I struggled helplessly. After an eternity he stopped and moved behind me. With the absence of his fingers, I anticipated his cock. With one thrust, he was inside my already ravaged pussy. He.