Jab khatam hua to fir mai usko dhudh khub dabaya or gaand me ungli kerne laga oo uuuma umma ooo ker rahi thi fir boli pls chodo mujhe fir mai apna 7 i...ch ka saman uske bur me mara pura ek baar me under chali gaye or chillane lgi…Ooo sale naras dekh re harami kutte teri bahan ke lawdi aise chodte hai dekh meri bur aab panah mang raha mager ye mera raja chodta ja raha hai tu apni bahen ko v es se chudwa lo harami ager mera ma hoti to es se chudwa deta mai aise bole ja rahi thi mai muuh me 2-3. That's a nice bottle of wine. The soft music is soothing, and the candles... nice touch. Go ahead, sit back and relax. Take a deep breath and let your mind go. You've read through the stories countless times, your favourites are bookmarked in that special web folder you keep, the inspiration you seek at times like these....Mmmm... another sip of wine and you can feel the day's tension slipping away. With a sigh of true relief, you can focus on you and you alone for now. The contented smile on. Ah, what a sexy scene. Ammi must be playing with his manhood inside.Now he was kissing and pressing Ammi’s white boobs, which were more than a handful. Her huge black big nipples were looking like cherries. He began licking the nipples while Ammi would lift her chest in ecstasy every time he did it.Now he got up and removed his banian and lungi together. He was fully naked below. As I told his dick was pitch dark but very thin. Ammi was watching his manhood swinging like a deer.Venkatesh: Baa. She held one speaker to my ear for the entire track. I have had blow jobs that excited me much less than this did. We talked some more both apologising repeatedly for our linguistic limitations, though my apologies were the more merited as I was on a flight that started and finished in a country that spoke her language. As the lights were dimmed and the plane quietened we stopped talking tried to sleep, our bodies, or at least our arms, pushing on each other. The ostensibly innocuous pressure.