Me Arman Bhardwaj, height 5′-10″, healthy, or mera lund is also healthy. Haryana se belong karta hu.koi bhi bhabi, aunty, ladki apni chut ki pyash...bujhana chahti ho to mujhe mail karna na bhule wada hai pure maje dunga, mere id hai Ab mere story start hoti hai mere collage time se, mene enginerring collage me addmission le liya, hostel me disturbance jyada hoti thi to mene room lene ka vichar kiya, mene ek room pasand kiya, me akela he rehna chahta tha isliye mene ek shai sa room pasand kar. I moved my hand to her breasts and pressed them roughly, she was struggling to get loose but i had good grip on her. Then she pushed me away and said ”abhi i have things to buy from mall, please lets do it first”. I agreed, i took the car and we went to mall, on the remote corner of big bazar i started kissing her, this time i was pressing her breasts. I took her t-shirt off and now she was only in bra, her nipples were visible as they were pointing at me. I grabbed her and too her left boob in. I had to assure that each and every one of the luscious females we turned out was perfect, a fuckdoll without equal who could do anybody and anything and was exactly what the customer ordered. That was my job. Tough, huh?While I was still in college I had worked off and on in the used slut department trying to get rid of sex slaves that had been owned but not abused. Right from the start there had been a problem with disposal of worn-out bimbos. Some people just deactivated them and had their. I layed there for a bit and thought about what she said. Had she had an idea of what I was thinking about or was she just thinking I was visualizing something I saw on tv. I dont know. I guess I was tired cause I must have passed out and woke up the next morning to the sun shining in my face from my window. I looked outside and saw my mother feeding the horses she loved. She looked up and smiled at me. I smiled and left her site. I had neglected to be close to her all day, barely said anything.