"It is impossible to fix the exact date either of the life of Vatsyayana or of his work. It is supposed that he must have lived between the first and ...he sixth centuries of the Christian era, on the following grounds:—He mentions that Satkarni Srtvahan, a king of Kuntal, killed Malayevati his wife with an instrument called kartari by striking her in the passion of love, and Vatsya quotes this case to warn people of the danger arising from some old customs of striking women when under the. Her curves are more splendid than the hills of Karshonia,And Her face more stunning than the Golden Towers of Selah.My virtuous patience comforts Her in the day.My unequalled passion for Her captivates Her at night.My strength is Her shield, and my companionshipIs the source of Her rejuvenation. My affectionProtects her. My adoration heals Her, And I am nothing without Her.Mountains melt like wax in Her presence.The Stones of Almalexia liquefy in Her company.The Antarctic glaciers thaw in Her. I: your nice boobs and perfect assA: she was shocked by my bold statement and blushing, and said you’re getting spoiledI: pinni you are my dream lady, I like you so muchA: even I too like you, you are so caring, person.A: it’s late and I will go for a bath and come, you sleep.She went to bathroom and I’m not getting sleep, I don’t know what to do my cock bulged in my pants and unable to control and wants to fuck my aunt today night at any cost, after 15 minutes she came out with the only towel. Thinking I was alone in the house, I take my dildo from the night stand; lay on the bed, my legs wide open. I push the toy inside me, moving it in and out with one hand, pulling on my nipples with the other, mumbling, “Oh daddy fuck your baby girl.” Thrashing in the bed as I hit my first orgasm I keep fucking myself with the dildo getting louder and louder. Repeating over and over again, “daddy, daddy, fuck me,” then hit another orgasm I hear something strange, like heavy breathing and open my.