.Muze pata nai tha ki tum itne romantic ho..Asi bate kabi muzse share q nai ki that you are so romantic..Me:me kya kahu m totally speechless..Chalo ch...odo mail to bataya ab mere samne bhi bata do ke kesi lagi meri story..She just said I was wet actually so wet..Kese bhi control kiya and want to talk with you I mean share with you…I said ohkk..She was wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt with inside black haulter girls know what is haulter you can imagineShe-kya me tume achi lagti. I grabbed both of her hips and thrust hard one last time. My right hand was coated in puke and it was now smeared across her ass and hips. My cock exploded and shot load after load of hot cum deep into her pussy.After a few seconds I pulled out of her. Some of my cum came out with a squish. I stood up and helped her to her feet. Her legs were shaking. She had puke on her face and I attempted to wipe it with my hand. It had little affect and I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back. Cleaning off the rest of her juices from his finger, he wet his middle finger also and then inserted both fingers into her open slit. Emily groaned, the walls of her cunt resuming their massage of his digits. Gregg also noticed that her hips began flexing in time to his plunges. He pulled them out again, but didn't break contact. He used his slimy fingers to trace around the lips of her pussy, finally coming to the small nubbin inside at the bottom, or the top — if she were standing. His. Naturally, in a country where a man's status depended on maximising the number of slaves in a household, a gentleman did not bid himself. He merely looked the available women over and indicated, by some secret set of signals, which ones he wanted at what price, and one of his eunuchs would do the exhausting work of raising a hand to do the bidding.The auction house premises were crowded with potential buyers when he and the Chief Eunuch arrived. As a rich client, he was taken aside and offered.