You are not my bhabi . u r my wife. You will give birth to my child. Yes I am your wife, you are my husband. Fill my pussy with your cum. I want to be...fucked before my husband. My husband will watch u fuck me. I am yours, do whatever u want to do. Fuck in any hole u like. All holes are yours. Spray the cream of your body wherever you like. Get me pregnant. He sprayed in my mouth and I drank without wasting a drop. For another ten minutes he smelled my arm pit hair. Bibeka: Bhabi I like to fuck. Pleased with the successful completion of their task, the agents return in formation to Serena's side.Now she holds out her hand, and two black devices are placed in it. She takes one and inserts the inflatable bulb firmly past my resistant lips, strapping the gag into place firmly behind my head. Surveying their joint handiwork, her inescapably bound future slave, Serena turns to speak to the agents flanking her."Would any of you girls like a minute to touch him? You have permission from his. "Paula scowled. "He wasn't slimy. He was nice. Just like..." He is nothing like Andy. He was staring at your bottom as you came inside. Andy never did that." Emily paused for a few moments and then grinned. "Although you spent so much time in his room I bet you just showed it to him."Paula scoffed. "We didn't. I keep telling you, I hardly did anything with Andy. Although, I have started to wonder why." Emily watched as Paula straightened her hair and smiled at herself in the mirror. She was. They cross familiar ground. They are loathe to leave it behind, but the finale beckons them. Their senses are now firing at dizzying speed. They can barely continue to maintain unison, but somehow find a way. Finally, suddenly, they arrive at their destination. A frantic acceleration, then two strong staccato chords, they achieve the ecstatic climax of their lovers dance. Thus, is the ‘Moonlight Sonata’. ******************* In the dining hall the next day Lou called out to the slender figure at.