Ab mai story pe aata hun , mere ek bahut hi khas dost ki sister ki shaadi thi , shaadi uske home town Gorakhpur (UP) men thi , barat Azamgarh (UP) se ...ane vaali thi , mai vaha baarat aane se pehle se pahuch gaya tha aur hum 5 friends shaadi ka arrangements dekh rahe the , 9 baje ke kareeb baarat aa gayi, baarat abhi venue ke bahar hi thi aur kai baarati dance kar rahe the ussi ke beech men meri nazar Meenu pe pari Musturd colour ki saree men thi meri jaan , chocolate colour ki lipstick man kar. I continued to finger fuck her pussy and ass and both her vaginal muscles and her sphincter muscles clamped onto my probing fingers. She continued to cum and cum again, pushing my head away from her clit but not being able to grab my fingers I continued to probe both orifices. Don’t ask me how many orgasms she had on the trot because I didn’t count, I just enjoyed the site of her writhing and her bump bouncing up and down as she bucked her hips. “You bastard” she eventually said, once she had. 　　　　“You’re complaining about have to lick it off me?”　　　　“Didn’t realize you were on the menu.”　　　　She smiled and put the bottle down. 　　　　“Always. So what did the wolf tell you?”　　　　“Not much. Enjoy the change mostly, which I will tell you what a sarcastic bastard. I’ve been in pain all day.”　　　　“It’s started?”　　　　“You don’t know?”　　　　“No. I guess you changing is something that can’t be sent through our link.”　　　　We both went silent and finished the meal. Afterward, Dana wanted to go out for. The new party opened the door and pulled the screen open without invitation. The man who intruded was big, especially for a Japanese, more than six feet tall. He wore a black Western-style suit, a white shirt with solid black necktie, but what caught her eye the most was the collar. Not the collar itself, but what was peeking out from the top of it. She saw the edge of a lick of flames, brilliantly inked into the man’s skin. Yakuza. A gangster. The last sort of outsider she had ever expected to.