The scars, the pain, the vast emptiness that filled me. They meant nothing to a man who never had to fight for his right to live.‘All I hear is huma... noise. You made your own fucking choice. I belong to only me. Silence for my revelry ... I can only die over time. Filthy hands, stay away from mine. Every reason is a right to hate. Painful clutch. Death is fine, gimme mine. Only one of us walks away‘ Corey Taylor screaming his heart out brought the wave crashing back into me.The hospital wing of. .,Uske jane ke baad mohit ne kaha bhiya aaj to aap ne marva hi diya tha aab jaldi se ise khatam karo or hum ghar chale mene jaldi se cigaret khatam ki or hum ghar chale gaye. Aap ko bata du shayam ji or humare parivar ke bohot ache sambandh he agle din dopher ke khane ke baad hum aram kar rahe the or gape mar rahe the ke tabhi rani aa gayi or chacha chachi se bate karne lagi meri to halat hi kahrab hone lagi ki kahi sali bhonk na de usne kaha mama ji (uske riste ke hisab se) jante he kal khet. I stroked it, wet with Zinaida’s mouth. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My asshole tingled, remembering Katerina’s touch.Zinaida was tasting my sour sphincter as she passed my cum into her sister-in-law’s mouth.“That’s so hot!” moaned Leah. “Oh, Fedora, take my cum! Take every last drop!”Bethany ripped her own futa-cock out of the brown-skinned, Russian whore’s mouth. “On your hands and knees, Arisha. I want to fuck that asshole!”“Yes!” Arisha purred, her voice melodic. Her dark skin was so. Three girls ... Andrea, Julie, Wendolyn Junior. Three boys ... David and the twins. Owner, captain and crew. Three girls made beds, cooked and cleaned inside. Three boys polished brass, minded the engine room, did the dishes and paid attention to the general running of the boat. Young, beautiful or handsome and smart ... and unpaid. Indulged but not paid.David was about to step over an undeclared line and indulge in a personal indulgence.Andrea looked up from struggling to get that last case of.