Me? I'm just the kid that sits in his room on Twitter most of the day. The only high I get is off of Red Bull." "Do you want to be their friend?" I as.... James looks at them and frowns again. "Not really but it would be nice to fit in for once. Like I said, I'm too different." I look at him and my heart melts. I need to help this kid. He reminds me of my old college boyfriend. He was the spare part of his group of friends. Non-drinker, non-smoker, virgin. He lost it to me and his life changed. He isn’t about to cum already I thought. But just as I finished my thought King grabbed the back of my hair and forced his dick almost all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breathe and tears were streaming down my face as I tried to push him off of me. “Oh yeah that’s it” he said. My jaw felt like it was going to break and I felt like I was going to throw up from my gag reflex. But just as I was going to, King pulled his dick from my throat and I gasped for air. Once I caught my breath, I. Andrea thought that would be asking a lot and would probably be way too expensive but she told him she'd ask. Very much to her surprise, Mrs. James thought it was a great idea because she'd already made plans for me to start doing oil portraits that winter. Andrea could pose for both of us and her dad could choose which painting he liked the most. It wouldn't cost him a penny.In reality, it was inconceivable that he'd pick my painting over an original Coretta James so I certainly didn't have. Bahut zor zor se awaz karke chudti hai. Bahut aag hai tujh mein.Mom: Ha to kya hua aaaah woh mere pati hai please mujhe chhod do.Vikram: Kal to tera pati nahi tha phir kisske sath chud rahi thi.Mom: Woh to main khud hi (aur chup ho gayi).Sameer: Accha ungli kar rahi thi.Vikram: Chinta mat kar aaj hum teri sari hawaz mita dege.Sameer: Ajke liye hume bhi apna pati man le.Mom: Papiyo kaise aaaaah kaise baat kar rahe ho chhod do mujhe.Vikram: Khud chhote kapde pehnti hai hamara lund khada karti hai.