Phir maine pillow liya or bola lawde ko chut ke chead pe rhak wo rhake oske bd main joor ek pressure kiya mera andar chal diya wo rone lag gai mhujhe ...atne try karne lage utne m maine ek br mar diya ose bht dard ho rha wo bacho ke jaise rone lag gai bole nikalo mhujhe os pe taras aa gya or bhr nikal diya wo apne chut ko pakad ke rone lag gai maine ose smjhaya or gale lagha ke pakde rhaka main ose chodna chata but os rt ose raat nhi kar paya.Main nhi chata tha ke ose ke sth zabardasti karo m. I wish it did happen every day, but alas, the world has to have some sense to it. Fortunately for me, today was more or less one of those days. What started off as a fairly boring day took a dramatic turn when my girlfriend called me and said she needed my help, both as her boyfriend and as a lawyer (I am not an actual lawyer, but I do try to keep up on the regulations.)Apparently one of her work friends had gotten taken by debt collectors and was going to become a slave. She was in a fairly. That shit didn’t happen to married folks.I could see them talking when they changed positions and looked for the volume control. I right clicked and there it was.“Jimmy, please do me while I do you,” she softly said, and I turned the volume up more.“Heather, I told you it was too soon after you made that creep you were living with leave. I can still see him sticking his dick in your little cunt and I get all messed up thinking about his cum.”“I told you I made him use a rubber, Jimmy. Besides. She knew the woman often stayed late to work out new routines. She hoped this time was no exception. When Ardena answered the phone she sounded a bit tired, but generally in her usually good spirits. L. D. launched right into the reason for her call. “Ardena, it’s L. D.” she began. “L. D.?” replied Ardena, surprise evident in her voice. “To what do I owe this honor?” This was the first time the woman had called her. She sensed it must have to do with one of her dancers. Ardena knew L. D. was a.