Maine apna sara maal uski gand main daal diya……… Gand marvane ke bad meri choti behen vahi let gayi……..Or apni chut or gand pe hath ferne la...i…..Ab uski hawas bohat bad gayi thi…..Or vo mera lund kisi randi ki tarah tarah chusne lagi.Ab main bhi use randi kehne lagaMain :- acha to meri randi behan or chudna chahti hai…Fir maine use apna lund chusaya….Fir maine uske gale main kutte ka patta daal diya jo ki hamare kutte ka tha….Or apni behan ko kisi kutiya ki tarah acting karne ko kha….Main apni. She ground herself into his crotch, slowly rolling her hips like a belly dancer. He was inside her. Oh my God, he thought, I’m having sex! Sally had him so completely captured in her velvet gaze. She took his hands on a tour of her body: her thighs; the flare of her hips; the dip of her waist; her boobs; her curls. She bent forward into his arms and kissed him as they made love. His entire system was on overload. He was everything, and nothing, all at once. “All right, my turn,” Jess whispered,. "I'm surprised you're still here, you're only on duty till two." Yah, well, when the limo guys went home, I figured I'd keep an eye on things around here, in case you needed anything." Marcus replied. "There's a snow storm outside, and most of the highways are closed. I talked to the crew on the cell phone. All the trucks are stuck at a truck stop outside of town. You mind if I grab a Coke an' a sandwich at the bar before I head back to the security office?" Sure." Corey turned to the person. We both of us had obligations which kept us each side of an ocean.She had slipped a brown envelope into the inside pocket of my jacket, I had noticed, immediately before we embraced on the platform.I had already been paid well enough for my detective work and neither expected nor needed a bonus, but it would have been churlish to raise any argument at our emotional time of parting.If it was in the form of a cheque or banker’s draft I could always tear it up or ignore it. I really wanted for.