Aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssthat landed on your clit you sorry assand you forgot to count this onehere we go we begin again from number 1aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...a nooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa I’ can breath?.. aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssplease mmmmaster ppppleease let me bbbreathyour sorry traaaamp, I’mmmmm sorry I messssed upWham, on your butt Ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh oooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaathankkkkk you master that was number 1 on my buttooooooo it huuuurts I want to cummmmslammmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. .ani tiche donhi haath dharun dana dan tichi pucchi marat hoto. Football team madhe gelya 5 years pasun aslya mule majhya thighs madhe barach dum hota ani stamina hi hota. Ti khinchalat hoti…aaahhh..aahhh…asa awaj karaychi pratyek tolyat…ti mala mhanali majha aakar bagh kasa zala ahe..mi tichya kade laksha na deta tichi pucchi marat rahilo.Majha veg wadhla ani ti ajun jorat khinchalat hoti…majhya gotya tight vhayla survat zali ani mi tila ekhadi hatodi khila tokde tasa thokat hoti tichi vaat. He was a delicately good looking guy, around five foot nine I think, smooth faced, always smartly dressed with a sense of style that was more evolved than the usual image seen in the village.My rehearsed plan and certainty fell apart quickly. The "Hi" I whispered under my frightened breath was barely audible. His clear and self possessed "Hello" in return only added to my troubles. I had totally lost control of the situation before it had even developed.The exact details of the next few moments. He was traveling on business and lived far from me in another state. We'd set it up online and both gotten what we'd wanted, presumably. Goodbye, good luck. I certainly never expected to hear from him again. But now it was eight months later and he was calling me. "I'm coming through New York next week. I'd like to see you." I didn't know you still had my number, Samir." Of course I do. I've thought about you."I wasn't seeing anyone. There had been a man, beginning right after my night with.