He and Megan Gordon had been dating since grade school, and anyone who ever saw them together knew they only had eyes for each other. They shared a co...nection that very few people ever find with one another. I think ‘soul mates’ would most definitely describe the pair.“How does Megan feel about that idea?” I inquired.“She’s against it. Claims she only wants to be with me. She says nothing else matters as long as we’re together, but I know that’s not true. I’ve heard enough rumors about what. .... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop the candle back onto the candle with one hand, dragging my nails along my body to peel off the wax. My sensitive skin marks easily, and I love watching red streaks form. Harleen waha se cali gaye .Mai wapish apne kamre mai aa gaya . Tavi harleen ki maa aa gaye or mujhe se poochi ki kaya rehan sir mai yah ape baith sakti hu . Mai ne kaha haa kayu nahi . Mai ne unse unka naam poocha to unhone apna naam ramneet bataya . Really maa beti don oak jaise the . Ramneet se mai ne poocha ki maam aap ka figure kaya hai . Wo hasne lage or boli aap to audition lete rahte hai aap hi bata do . Mai hasne laga . Ussne jo perfume laga rakha tha pata nahi ussme kaya jaadu tha . Ak. " I thought to my self as I slowly opened the door. There sitting on the couch was my best friend Samantha, moaning softly with a hand down her skirt. "Whatcha doing there!" I yelled trying to startle her, but to no avail. "What I always seem to do when I'm not getting fucked," Sam said, continuing to play with herself. "You're such a slut, Sam!" I exclaimed sitting down on the couch next to her. "Not as big of one as you, slut," Sam moaned out while still playing with herself. "Ya, you're.