” “lekin didi khyalo main lene se kya hota hai.” “Tu iska matlab hai ki tu uski asal main lena chahta hai.” Maine kaha.“Usse zyaada tu aur...ek hai jiski main lena chahta hoon, jo mujhe bahut hi achhi lagti hai.” “Jiski kal raat khyaalo main li thi?” Usne sar hilakar haan kar diya par mere baar-baar poochhne par bhi usne naam nahi bataya. Itna zaroor kaha ki uski chudai kar lene ke baad hi uska naam sabse pahle mujhe batayega. Maine zyaada nahi poochha kyonki meri choot fir se gili hone lagi thi.. " You never called it dark before." I know," Martha said again, looking at Ronnie.Ronnie said, "But dark is... different."Martha repeated, softly, "I know,".I said, "What are you two talking about?"Ronnie chuckled. "It's our special language, see. I call it dark. Martha calls it something else. Wicked. But they're different." How?"Ronnie thought momentarily, her eyes on mine. "Wicked is more physical. Earthy. Hot. Dark is romantic. Sublime. More of an idea than an act. More spontaneous. It. Then we stopped and quickly stripped all of our clothes off. I have never been harder. We both stopped to look at eachother and she broke the silence and said, “Damn, Rachel was right. You are big.” Rachel was my ex-girlfriend and she obviously told her that was 9 inches long. I laughed and said to her, “Well you had some kinda warning. I had no idea your body was this hot.” And with that she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke me like crazy. Then she dove on my dick and gave me. She could see the strain in Chaytan’s face, and knew he fought against release with every ounce of his will. “Come for him,” Mika breathed, her fingers moving even faster. Rachel’s head lashed back and forth on the mattress as her pleasure mounted, her breasts bouncing almost painfully from the power of his thrusts. Loud smacks accompanied the clashing of his body with hers, mingling with her cries of pleasure and his grunts of exertion. A long, loud groan rumbled from Chaytan’s throat as he.