Ami aste aste thap dichi kintu tokhon o purota dhoke ni…kichu khon opekha kore abar thap lagalam ebar puro ta dhukiye fellam…amar jano koto jonmer...asa puron holo….kaki o ahh… ahhh.. sobde pore sex take upovog korche…..Kaki:- tormoto vatar paoa kopal er bapar…Ami:- tomar moto chosta gud paoa o kopal er bapar…Bolchi r khub kore chudchi jaak amay r dukho pete hobe na, jokhon icehe hobe tor gud e ese dhele jabo…Kaki:- tai koris, tobe ahhh.. valo kore chod….amayAmi:- ei to nao nabole bed er pase dar. Every time I have this fantasy, it’s in Washington because it begins with a flashback to that moment when I flew over Mt. Rainier and I could feel my breath catch in my chest. I wonder if that was my body’s way of saying something as significant as Mt. Rainier was about to happen in my life … We agree to meet at the hotel … you knock and I let you in. I smile at you and kiss you sweetly on the cheek and take your hand and lead you to a dining chair with arms by the desk. You follow without. She ran her hand through her pubic hair again, parting her pussy lips with two fingers to expose the wetness of her hole.“Fuck, no,” Michael replied. “Now that’s what I call a bush!” He unzipped his jeans and released the beast. “Baby, I’ve got a Tiger in my pants and I’m ready to raw.”“Oh, Michael, eat my pussy. I’m just aching to explode.” Michael dropped to his knees in front of her, flicking his tongue across her clitoris quickly like a snake tasting the air.“Oh, yeah, right there. Push. This girl is dripping wet & is writhing her groin in my face inpleasure. Without stopping my mouth-work I look up, Karen is kneading herbreasts through her lacy top. I reach up under the loose top with myhands & also fondle her tits. As I have better access she leave this taskto my hands, "Oh yes Joanne, I'll undo my bra for you" allowing me tofeel how hard her nipples have become. As Karen gets nearer her impendingclimax, she starts to grind her hips almost fucking my face. With aresounding.