Woo ayi or boli kya kar rahe ho janu mera gift do. To maine usse kaha yahan ao or use apni baho me le liya or usse bola janti ho mujhe tumhare is birt...day me maja nhi aya to usne kaha kyon fir maine kaha is liye kyo ki main tumhara birthday akele or apni tarah se manana chahta hun to usne kaha fir ab mana lo maine kaha nhi jaan main tumhara birthday kal manaunga usne kaha kayse.Fir maine use sara plan bataya usse kaha ki kal tum school ki bajaye mere sath ek hotel me chalo gi main tumhara. She sat down on the couch, and open her legs and with her thick gordie accent said"well go on lad"I wasnt complaing i got to my knees and buried my face in her cunt, the booze making me extra aggresive, i spread her lips with my tounge and started biting at her clit, my hands were already opening and spreading her pussy, i went at this for near an hour, the bitch loved it, her pussy sprayed my face with juice (another thing differnt to most young girls id been with) i was more than happy to. But then I glanced to the corner and saw my flychair. I hadn't died after all. I summoned the flychair and was quite surprised to find myself completely free of pain. My left arm felt weak but moved freely. Even the tear on my shoulder had been repaired.As I climbed into the chair, one of the doors opened. She walked in with a radiant smile that I had also never seen before"Francesca!" Rick," she said. "The physicians tell me your recovery is complete." The arm?" I asked. I waved it in the. I simply pushed the cucumber in her pussy and asked her to fuck herself with the cucumber while I watch her. She started fucking herself with that cucumber, and I enjoyed the show.Juices were dripping from her wet pussy, and she was moaning with pleasure. My dick was now ready for some action, so I stopped her and turned her on the table itself. She was now bending over the table and was now lying on her stomach. I asked her to lick my cock and make it lubricated.I then went behind her and.