Aryan was looking her seriously. He went to kitchen and took some cold drinks because it’s time to end one match. Match was over and we all together...and opening cold drink all cheer up and having drinks. Aryan started to fountain on us and now we did to each other. We all got wet.We came to sofa and sitting together. Anita tried to wear her top but Aryan caught her and told one match is remaining sweat heart. We all laughing and but she feel shy and told I am coming from home I caught her are. Thecaptain turned away, admitting defeat, and Marcus went to the rail, lookingdown at the slumped slaves. A couple of slave drivers approached them, raisingtheir whips. "Leave them!", he called and the decurion joined him, shouting something ina strange language. One of the slaves raised his head, squinting up at themen at the rail and the decurion called again. "You know their language?", Marcus asked. "Just a few words which most Germans understand. I told them to come up here". "I doubt that. Who agle hi pal mere lund pe tut padi. Sidhe jhuk kr apne muh me thus liya lund mera. Me uske baal hatakr dekne laga kaise le rhi thi mera lund apne muh me. Ekdum pornstar ki tarah chus rhi tho who. Hathon se hila kr..toppa par kiss kr..fir muh me ache se andar tk lena..sab ata tha use. Me apna hath uski gaand pe le gya. Uski jeans ke upar se uski gaand sehlana laga. Mera to man kr rha tha ki wahi uski kapde utaru aur chodna suru krdu is raand ko. Lekin usne krne nhi diya. Khub lund chusti rhi.. He smiled when she shuddered deeply, her soft drawn out moan pleasing his ears. He kissed her shoulder, his hand brushing wet strands of hair from her cheeks when she whispered one word.“Now.”It was all Alex needed to hear. Without ever leaving her, he pushed her back into her stomach, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her up to her knees, another sob hitched in her throat and she kept her face buried in the fur blanket but Alex would have none of it, once more his hand found her hair.