Ke tharki h niche kirayedar se unka lafda chl rha h . Abhi mera aunty ke ghr aana jana normal ho gya aunty kuch bhi special banati meko jarur bulati t...i .. Abhi aunty meko achchi lagne lgi thodi sympathy bhi aa gai wo hmesa saree pahnti thi maim aksar unke ghr jane lga lappy lekr jata wo akeli rhti thi wo tv dekhti main lappy me game khelta rhta ..Uncle allahabad bank me the unka bhi mere sath thik hi bnti thi abhi aunty se main frank ho gya tha flirt bhi kr leta tha aunty mere ko bht achchi. I guess I'm all mixed up, diary, so that's why its a good thing I gotyou to talk to. So what can I tell you? Well, I'm thirteen years old, Ilive in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and I got a mom, and a step-dad and abrother named John.I've had a lot happen to me in thirteen years, diary but I don't thinkI'm going to have a chance to tell you about it tonight, as my mom willbe coming up to check on me soon if she sees my light on. I've got ahiding spot picked out, in a drawer in my dresser that I. Oh ... that's it ... fuck me, I can not do it! ... she shouts Julia to Karol, who has fucked her really brutally now. And Daria was looking at her and passionately masturbating, watching Karol kill the vagina with her friend. At that moment Patryk came up to Daria. He picked up Dalia's large breasts and began to play with tenderness, massaging them, pinching them, causing Daria to murmur with satisfaction. The smile of the girl and the murmurs of contentment told everything. Meanwhile, Karol. Just as she believes she’s about to come, he decelerates or even stopped, leaving her groans in disappointment instead of screams in orgasm. Then the whole pattern starts all over again. Each time his fingers thrust, swirl, twist, keep building up her tension until she’s at the edge, then breaks it just before she reaches heaven, letting her fall down from the cloud, filled with itchiness and frustration. “Master, please…please,” she keeps begging and begging, hoping her master can pity her.