B: Kisi aur se matlab?R: Pata nahi jo acha chod sake. Waise aap bataiye apne society mein sabse acha kaun chodta hai?B: (thoda shock mein) Mujhe kaise...malum hoga huh.R: Arre Babitaji ek chor hi dusre chor ki chori chupane aur usse batane ki himmat rakhta hai. Ab jyada natak mat kijiye aur bataiye.B: Ok baba. Waise to Aiyer bhi mast chodta hai par jo baat Jethaji ke lund mein hai na woh ache ache mard mein nahi. Kya chodte hai yaar ek din mein 5-6 baar woh bhi ek ek ghanta. Meri to puri chut ki. May I suggest, my good captain, that the maker be allowed to use it?" He repeated the request in Arabic.A lad about 25 years old was pushed forward and knelt before the Emir who spoke to him quickly and then to us. "I've instructed him to lay it on hard but not to cut the flesh. It would be a shame to scar your bodies for life." This did little to cheer us up. Someone turned us so that our backs were to the audience and then I heard the swish and microseconds later, felt the fire and the pain. As I began to follow you I smacked your ass and made you laugh again. Our hands locked and it was perfect, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Your hands were so soft, and I loved the light pink nail polish you chose. We headed over to the “special” surprise I had planned, the carriage ride you had always talked about. As the horse drawn carriage pulled up, you once again covered your mouth laughing, and then turning to me kissing and hugging me. This time it shot a spark down to my cock,. He was pounding her now, without a hint of sentiment about it. Forcing them both hard into the mattress. His strokes still long but powerful now, his balls slapping her each time. Her ankles pressing harder on his buttocks. She worked with him, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Oh fuck” was all she could manage. Her hands roamed to his back and buttocks, hard and grooved in all the right places, he didn’t slow and never paused, he was like a machine. She lost focus on all but his cock.