Main: Bol meri jaan tere liye to marne ko bhi taiyaar houn.Nagma : Mere hothon par ungli rakhte huay. ….Dobaara marne ki baat ki to ghar se nikaal d...ongi usi waqt. Main to chahti houn ki ab mera raja bhi kisi acchi si ladki se shaadi karke apna ghar basaa le.Main: Nagma! Behan ki lodhi! Mujhe gussa mat dila …….ek to us badhwe dadi wale azhar se shaadi karke meri zindagi barbad kar di ab upar se kisi aur se shaadi karne ki salaha deti …..Hattt randi … main abhi yahaan se jaa raha hounNagma:. Robbie gestured him to pull into a secluded, abandoned area that could be used for parking. There was another car parked at about 10 yards away, which suddenly started, backed up and drove away. A woman was clearly seen to adjust her clothes while the naked upper body of the man was also clearly visible.“They should have not left because of us”, Robbie said and Jacob turned to him. “Does that mean, we came here for doing nothing”? He asked with a very meaningful tone. “Don’t be silly, what is. This compounded with my tongue strumming your lower strings became a pulsating rhythm that you timed with your low moans. Finally, as your body moves with the beat we are creating, you are able to feel the bow I have for you. Even a deeper moan emulates from your delicate lips as you anticipate the filling pleasure to come. I then remove any article of clothing left on me, and move up closer to you. I draw my bow across your delicate sting, and your moans swell in response. The slow strumming. Touch me, kiss me, all over...*My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger down my stomach, to the top of my lace panties.Fingers move down. Over smooth skin, right above my wetness. I can almost smell the musk. I stop momentarily.One hand in my panties, one on the window, face gazing at him. He nods.I let my fingers part my lips, slowly, gently, like a flower. Small movements, making my hips move. More sounds come from my gagged mouth. The.