He's moaning just as much as I am. After I'm done cumming, he's still laying there out of breath. I pull out of him just as quick as I put it in... an... bottom knows how much that can hurt. He yelps and rolls over to his stomach, reaching back grabbing his ass. My cock is still hard and since he rolled over and had his ass in the air, I shoved it right back into him and fucked him again, causing him to moaning loud again, begging me to take it out. I tell him again to shut the fuck up. This. I-aacha .pir us ma mari panty bhi utar de or bola . Bunty- whooo kaya choot ha apki bhabhi aaj tho pura din ma apko choodhugha .pir us na mujko bad pa latha dea or dono tangha chori kar de tho mari choot ka lips kull gaya tho bunty ma mari choot ka kiss kea .or bola bhot aacha tast ha ,tho ma sarma gaye .pir us na kaha abb ma save kar datha hu .pir us ma saving chrme lagahi or pir brus ka gagh banana lagha or pir us na ragar lea or mari choot ka bal saf karna lagha pir us ma mari choot pa ak. From high up in the penthouse, even the bustle of New York activity looked slow, almost peaceful compared to the turmoil she felt inside. But she’d made up her mind.“If this is the only way you can think of, you haven’t tried hard enough. Do better, damnit, I can’t-,” she paused stammering for words as a well of frustration and fear rose as a lump in her throat. Fear that choked down her words with another more horrific idea, “You- you’re turning into him. Have you thought about that?”“Maybe.”. "SOLD!" I heard the auctioneer say. "Lot number 26 Misty goes to the number "139" for one million one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars." My mind was a mad jumble. I had been bought for over a million dollars. Who had that kind of money. And, more importantly, who was number 139? I felt faint, my knees nearly knocking together I was trembling so badly. I was led off the stage to make room for the next "girl" to be auctioned off. Off-stage there was a mad scramble of "girls" and.