So apologies if this was not as good as the original draft, you never read it anyway... All photos belong to Miley Cyrus or their rightful owners. And...so we begin...Wonder how she went from a sweet, innocent girl to become the queen of twerking? Well, it might have something to do with her parents and Liam... but I have to admit that I was the other part of the reason.I was the enabler.Her accomplice.I first met her when she was an u******e teenager. I could tell that she had this crush on me,. I slowly started groping and messaging maami’s boobs. Oh what big melons they were.I slowly removed the saree and started pressing her from the blouse. While pressing her boobs I saw maami’s sweet face. I slowly went up and kissed on her lips. Just a touch or else she would wake up.Now after half an hour I though. Lets move forward. Lets open the button of the blouse. So I slowly started opeining the bottons. I was on cloud nine. To my surprise maami was not wearing any bra. My went wide open.. He must be somewhere. Walking from room to room does no good. There are too many people. I spot the drinks tub and pull out a beer. I almost scull the beer hoping that the drink will calm me down. After a few drinks, I’m feeling free and relaxed. I walk over to the dance floor, or what I think is the dance floor. I find a space and begin to dance. I tune out my surroundings and tune into the music allowing it to connect to my soul. The thud, thud, thud of the base and the rhythm are taking me. I pushed again to get past her sphincter, and she opened up to engulf the entire head of my cock, and I heard her respond with another, “Ohhhhh!”“Yes, moan for me, honey,” I whispered hotly in her ear as I slowly inched my cock into her bowels, a half-inch, or less at a time. Why rush it, I had all night! With each small gain, I would then pull it out almost completely before slowly pushing back in. Her rectum was warm and smooth as silk. I moaned with sheer pleasure as my dick continued to.