Mom chilla uthi aur boli nikal lund bahar bhosdiwale bada dard ho raha hai mujhe naih chudwana nikal bahar ye sunke mera dimaag kharab hua ki sali wai...e to randi hai aur randi hokar chudwane ko mana kar rahi hai.Maine lund puura andar daal liya aur tez tez dhaakke marne laga mom chillane lagi uski aankh me aansu aagye wo rone lagi plz lund bahar nikal le mai bhi bola ye bhosdiwali randi pehle to khud ko randi keh rahi thi k mujhe randi ki tarah chod ab tujhe randi ki tarah chod raha hu to ro. Yes, people were still listening to cassette tapes in some parts of the world even in 2005. But this did little to relieve the boredom, as it was the same sort of poppy love songs over and over again. Finally, I got so tired of it that I popped out the tape and tossed it out the window. Dawood was a little pissed at me, so we just wound up driving in utter silence for what seemed like an eternity. I don’t know how long things went on like that, but as I felt myself beginning to drift off, I. My cunt is aching for that luscious cock of yours. Ouuuuuuch!" "What have I told you about your foul mouth? Beautiful young ladies like you shouldn't say cunt. Only little sluts say cunt. Are you a slut, Sophie?" "I am, but only for you Mistress. I promise you that." "Okay then my little whore, I shan't spank you again... Not yet anyway." I place my hand between her shoulder blades and lean her forwards, the other hand wrapped around my cock. I run the tip along the length of her slit,. After telling them that he had just had lunch, he went up to my bedroom and I followed him. He gasped. Wow, you romantic fuck. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I stepped into the room as well, looking at the red bedsheet, dozens of hearts stuck on the walls and bright candles waiting to be lit. We jumped on the bed and started wrestling, punching each other playfully. Soon, we got hard and our wrestling turned into a different kind of wrestling, but we stopped after a few minutes. To.