” He shoved Ron toward the coffee maker. “Get me some coffee, bitch.”“Fuck you, get your own fucking coffee asshole.” Ron then made a poi...t of refilling Alicia’s tea and asking her how she took it.“So,” George said around a mouthful of food, “can you believe that shit about Fleur?”“I can’t believe we didn’t know that,” Fred replied. “One would think that with all the stuff I own I would have one of those. Of course, it could be that I do and I just haven’t seen it yet.”“I’ve seen it,”. Aunty ne poocha ki ab mere ghar ko chai phar ha sakthe ho 6 o clock maine ne ok kaha mai jaldi apne kam katam karke uske ghar phar pahuncha diye hue pataa phar oh ek apartment rahithi thi maine bell dabayaaa phir usne door kola muje andhar ho ne kaha mai chappal chodkar andar gaya nice house thaaa sajawat us aunty ne muje bahatne ko kaha mai sofa me bahat gaya aur pooja aunty ne kitchen ke andhar gayi aur.Coffee hum dono ke liya cup me layi phir coffee phithe hue hum do baat kar rahe the aur. My hand moves more smoothly as pre-cum lubricates the condom, the chair creaking softly as I try to settle back relaxing. She’s moved again her back to me as she looks coyly over her shoulder with a wicked gleam in her eyes daring me to reach out and touch her. I can almost feel her muscles moving just under the skin as she leans back at my touch. The next picture captures my attention, she’s in the shower and I can hear her talking to me, telling me what she wants to do to me as I sit and. She looks at him and smiles. She’s got him now. His chest is heaving with unspecified emotion. "Maybe we can talk about this," she says. But he doesn't want to talk. He takes one step, seizes her by the shoulders, drags her to her feet and propels her out of the bathroom. They are moving fast through the hotel room, and before she knows what's happening, she is face down on the bed with his full weight on her. His hands are fumbling, scratching and clawing at her ass, trying to stuff his cock.