”“But without the a****ls?”“Maybe.”I felt tired and it hadn’t started. a****ls had always been about pleasure and relating to the a****ls....It had never been to impress someone or as a reason to get something. Would this coming experience change the way I considered a****ls? * * * *Travel to the villages in such a remote location proved as challenging as Sylvia had described it. We moved by boat from our island to the Trinidad island, then a commercial plane to Caracas, Venezuela; another. When thecrowd started calling for blood, Burt gave him a quick jab and put himdown.The vicar lay on his back like a dying bug, puffing his cheeks then Burthelped him up and patted him on the back. "Not bad vicar. You almost adme there." Er thank you. Thank you," replied the vicar, climbing down with Burt'sassistance, while in the crowd, Mrs. Landon was no longer glaring. Shelooked disarmed if anything, and possibly a little... No. Surely not. ButBurt had seen that look on many a lady in his. A relentless, overpowering pounding, Brian’s dick thrusting deep inside that bitch, again and again and again… well, that was just too fucking hot.That one was fucking great. Emily had worked herself up to a feverish pitch and an incredibly intense, satisfying orgasm. The senselessly whimpering, legs-quivering and toes-curling kind or orgasm, followed by a bunch of shuddering smaller ones as she imagined being swapped instead into Chloe’s head, using that bitch’s body to humiliate and degrade. Mag ti sudda aai magomag bolat aaichya kholit geli.Aai aata tila changala olkhat aslyane tasach ti aai pekhsa lahan aslyane aaila farsa kahi vatat navta. kholit gelyavar salma bedvar basli. aani aai kapatachya aarshat pahun sadi nesu laagli. tine panchane bandhalele kes mokle sodle aani pancha bedvar takla. ti aata sadi nesu laagli. salma pahat hoti. aaiche balls, blouse varun janavnare manuke, gol bembi tine pahili. manuke aani blouse cha ekandarit aakar pahun aaine bra ghatla nahi he ticha.