“Istandar,” she groaned. “I’m Issstandar!”“Zianamilizzi, you’re going to burst,” I growled, fucking her cunt. “You’re going to jus... explode, aren’t you?”“Yessssss!” She squeezed her cunt down on my dick. “Amazing! Sssstupendoussss. Your cock ... I love it! Yesssss, yessss, fuck me so hard with your big cock, Ambassssador!”I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked into her hard and fast. I savored how she squeezed her snatch around me. She gripped me, the ache building and building in my nuts.. I refilled the bottle and re-positioned it like at home. I brought the glasses back to the TV table and set them down. Tam looked at the glasses and then at me. I told her what they were. Tam was not a wall flower, just heavily regulated. She played sports and did English style horse riding. Although she was cautious, she wasn't closed minded to trying things out. So up the glasses came, we clinked them and I said "Cheers!" like they did at the club. The flavor was sweet and tart, cold and hot. To wo boli – Mai maan hi nahi sakti k tumhari koi girlfriend na ho. Tum itne sweet aur nice ho, aur dikhne me bhi itne ache, phir bhi koi nahi mili.Me – Tabhi to sabhi ladkiyo ne dost bana liya lekin kabhi baat usse aage nahi badhi.Phir thori der aise hi baat karne k baad mujhse poochi ke tumhe kaise ladki pasand hai? To achanak se mere dimaag me ghanti baji k ye time theek hai. To un kahaniyo se seekh lete hueMe – mujhe aapke jaise cute smile aur hot body wali ladkiya pasand hai.Jaya – Hat,. He is my dad, and I know I shouldn't be attracted to him, but I can't help myself. Everything about him is sexy. He tries so hard to provide for me, but with it being just us two, I know it can't be easy on him. Mom left us a few years ago, and I still hold a resentment towards her. How could she just up and leave me? How could she just take off and leave him? He was so good to her. He'd buy her flowers just because, and would make dinner so she didn't have to. He was a good man and deserved.