“bol kar mere sir ko piche se pakda or force fully land per le jane laga, maine bhi thoda kr resist kiya or piche hui phir usne mujhe 2-3 jordar tha...pad mare jisse mera sir jhanna gaya or mera muh pakad kar usme apna land al diya.. Or mere muh ko aage pichee kar usse chodne laga, us se aise lag raha tha jaise muje ulti aa jayegi. Per mai bardast kar gayi lagbhag 10 – 15 minutes mere mooh ko chodne ke baad usne, peri panty utar kar mujhe peet ka bal laita diya.Phir usne ek haath se mere pair. Nevertheless, those cut-price supermarkets that made cheapness their principal virtue—and Cost Cutters was about as cheap as you got—were now championing their Green credentials. But Betty wasn't taken in. Why should ordinary people have to suffer when the rich could still fly across the oceans just to get from one major city to another? What did that do for the world's sharply declining reserves of oil? What was so green about genetically modified potatoes that never rotted? Or gene-spliced. ‘You and your dirty mind.’ She crossed her arms and turned back to the screen. ‘Oh please, I’m no worse than you, and you know it.’ He patted his thigh. ‘Come on, I’ll behave.’ No you won’t. ‘I’m more comfortable over here.’ She used him as a leg rest, propping her calves across his thighs. ‘Excuses, excuses,’ he muttered studying her from his vantage point. Langdon blinked, the look in Connor’s eyes startling her. She felt heat flush through her body, leaving a pleasant cloying sensation in. The water felt so good that she never noticed the black tentacles that were slowly working their way up from the drain, beneath her. The three tentacles slowly worked their way up, until they completely encircled her legs, not touching her, but hovering just inches away from her flesh. A fourth tentacle silently caught up with the first three, as Paris silently washed her hair. Without warning, one of the tentacles rammed into her mouth, filling it so full she couldn't speak.Instantly opening.