Mons kafi upar uthi hui hai aur kale ghungharale zant se dhaki hui hai, Nilu kat kar zant chhote rakhati hai. Bhos ki darar ka ek inch hi dikhai deta ...ai or kuchh nahin. Jaanghen faila kar paanv uthane se bhos achchhi tarah se dekhi ja sakati hai. Bade hoth bharavdar hai aur ek duje se sate hone se andar ka hissa dhaka rahata hai. Hoth ke bich ki darar tin ich lambi haiBade hoth ungalion se aasaaani se khole ja sakate hai. Tab bhos ka andar ka gulabi color ka hissa dikhai deta hai. Chhote hoth. Much slower. I didn’t know this road. I didn’t know where it would take me. I just knew it was away. Away from my so-called friends. Away from the so-called life that I’d carved for myself.I turned off the stereo—it was too tempting to let the energy of the music carry me away and start driving as I had before. Instead, I opened the window and listened to the engine, to the wind, to the night. I passed through a village, one without streetlights or any signs of life. A glance at the clock on. "I've got something that will do the job a lot better..." Ric told her, his voice shaking with raw, erotic emotion.Seeing the image in his mind of what he wanted to do to her, Cherrill started to lie back, availing herself to Ric's destruction of her lower half. Ric frowned as she seemed to pull away from him and, still holding her arm with that cum-scented hand, jerked the young phoenix upright and plunged the knife into her diaphragm."Where you think you're goin'?" Ric snarled as he yanked. The long indent of her spine led down to the cute dimple at the base of her back. A place he loved to kiss, knowing how sensitive she was there. Getting up he stood behind her, hands curving around the flare of her hips, and told her, ‘Babe, don’t worry, my mom is going to love you, just like I do. What ever you wear is going to be OK.’ Turning around, she looked up at him, ‘I’ve got nothing to wear.’ ‘That’s what all women say!’ ‘That’s because it’s true.’ Turning back she pulled out the.