Ab hum dono se raha nahi gaya,wo boli dear ab to meri chut me apna lund dalkar muje tumhari daasi bana lo.maine jagah banakar chut pe apna garam-garam...lund rakhkar,uske chut ke ched se lund ko dhire-dhire pyar se dalne laga,lekin chut thodi mere lund ka samne choti lagi.maine uske lips ko apne lips se jorse pakadkar,maine chut me lund ka jorse jakta diya,wo puri tarah tadap gayi aur lund aadha ander chala gaya,usne dard se kaha kya lund pura ander chala gaya, Maine kaha nahi abh tak adha hi. Then the tears started flowing big time.I lost my patience at this point "Don't give me any more bullshit Lyn! They are part of the set that matches the bra you have on! I know because they are the birthday gift I gave you for your last birthday!" Now I was in full attack mode "I sat and watched you grind your pussy into Shitheads crotch while you were dancing, I saw you tonsil swab and swap spit on the dance floor and in this fucking booth. I watched him get your tits out and suck your nipples. ” Keisha moaned again as she sat up in bed, throwing her arms around Tom’s neck. “I see, you really are here.” “Yes, I’m here.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. “But, I have to go,” he simply said. “To get breakfast, right? I’m famished.” “I’ve already ordered room service for you. But, I have to leave. I have to head back to Nashville.” Keisha swept the sheets away from her naked body. “You’re going to leave all this?” Tom groaned in anguish as he took in her perfect. "Get out here, Heath! Or is it Heather, now?!" she mocked. "OK, so I lost the bet," I confessed, as I hurriedly pulled my pants on. I was so flustered; I didn't know what to do. I hesitated, took a breath, then finally opened the door and came out. I tried hard to look casual about the whole thing."The terms of our little wager were for you to show me how you are not turned on by the feminine lingerie this company sells. I hope I have made a point, 'Mr. Smith,'" she chided with a.