After three weeks of a hard push at work, she finally had a long weekend as a reward, and she was determined not to sleep it away. That didn’t mean ...he was awake enough to start breakfast, though. She picked up the remote to the television and sat down.A moment later, she screamed when the couch suddenly tilted forward, and to the left.Upon catching her balance - and her breath - she muttered, “What the hell?” Sure enough, when she got down on her knees and looked, one of the legs had broken. Raj-na..tum kaisi ho?Geeta-ekdum mast..are meeta tum ne raj ka khyal to rakha tha na….khush kiya ki nahin?lund pyasa to nahi raha?Meeta-nahin didi…ye sahab to sare din chut aur boob k pichhe hi rahe..kal to yaar office mein bhi nahi baksha…fir private room mein jaker….aur to aur ghar mein bhi…meri to..fat gai..yaar….pr maza khoob diya…Geeta-ye ho hai hi no.1 fucker..yaar ye dekho main tumhare liye ye kya layee hun..ye green aur pink shirts raj k liye..ye pants bee..ye purse aur ye belt..aur ye. They soon started to suck at each other’s mouths with my cock still in the middle being suck on by these two rich white ladies.I just wanted to cum right then and there but I didn’t want to ruin their spectacular show they were doing to my cock. Sucking and licking it in union. They released my cock from their mouths and both ladies had attached themselves to one of my heavy balls. Both girls had a unique way of sucking their respective ball.Cathy had my right giant ball in her mouth while her. "What!!" was Stacey's only reply when Jessica told her best friend about being called up, "It's just not fair!, You don’t even want to roast!" Stacey said plopping herself down on Jessica's bed to sulk, "I know, I want to be a spit master but I had to be born a girl, how can I get out of being roasted?" Jessica begged her friend for a way out.Jessica was always afraid her day to roast would come one day but she had prayed that day would come much later in life or better yet never come at all,.