Not like this. I’m sorry, I didna mean tae!! I didna ken!!" Fuck that, exactly like this. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t smell him on you...anymore, until it’s my hands imprinted on your body, until..you fuckin realise..you’re mine. Not his. Mine." He rolled on top of her, red eyes glaring down at her, canines elongated, completely oblivious to the fact that he was hurting her, and she, painfully aware that in that moment, everything was lost. She resigned herself to it and laid still. My mind raced recalling the details of the vivid dream. I tried to purge my thoughts and return to sleep for several more hours. But it was no use. My mind was running a thousand different directions now.I knew from my high school health classes that teenage boys regularly experienced wet dreams or nocturnal emissions. But I had never really heard of any other women having ‘wet dreams’, but I promise you, since August, I have them with amazing regularity; perhaps twice a month. The frequency,. As if she couldn't guess... But why John? What happened with Barclay? A day ago, finding the answer to that question would have obsessed Ally beyond belief. But not now. Not with Ben in the picture.As Ally's hands skimmed over her breasts and down her soapy belly, she wondered what Ben felt like. Would his skin be smooth and warm, or cool and roughened from exposure to the sun? And did he have chest hair? She grinned at the question, but it really did matter to her, at least on a purely. Maine andar jhank kar dekha ke Asha bhabi aur Veeru bilkul nagan awastha main palang par lete hue the. Bhabi mast ho kar Veeru ke lund se khel rahi thi, aur Veeru bhabi ki ek chuchi ko hath main leker sahla raha tha aur dusri ko muhn main lekar chus raha tha. Bhabi ka gora jism din ki roshni main chamak raha tha, aur Veeru ka kala 7 inch lamba lund chhat ki taraf sir uthaye uuper niche ho raha tha. Nazara itna mast tha ki main sab kuchh bhul gayi. Mere jism main kaam vasna ki agni jal uthi..