He knows the danger here but doesn’t move. The patter never stops… [Whuff] [Whuff] [Whuff] Her hot breath tickles the back of his neck. She could ...each forward and break his neck or rear back and pound him with her hooves, but, the patter never changes… he doesn’t move, every inch calm, expressing peace… safety… acceptance. [SNAP] She whips her head forward and bites his hair, tugging his head sideways roughly, but not so hard as to more than hurt. She let him go. The patter modulated and mixed. A beautiful red and orange fireball rose up over her head, lighting up the night sky as it dissipated above her. She thought it was incredibly fascinating with all the bright colors – orange and blue and red – burnt orange, brown. Burnt? Then she noticed that the army shirt she had borrowed was on fire.'That soldier's going to be pissed that I burnt his...MY CAR'S ON FIRE!!I'M ON FIRE!!!Béla tried to leap out of her seat only to discover that the seat belt worked just fine. Frustrated, she. Thodi der baad rita ne kaha – bas kro… Ab aao chodo mjhe….Meine deri na krte hue usse pucha – toh ab kaise chudvana chahogi!Ab woh meri taraf uski badi gaand krke bistar pr apni gaand ko hilane lagi. Mein samaj gaya ki woh doggystyle chahti hai , ek aur condom phna aur peeche se mera bada lund uski choot mein daal diya aur dhakka lagane laga!Woh… “aah , aahihii. ,,, ufff” krne lagi aur apni chut ko mere lund par zor zor se marne lagi.“Aah , aaahhi” ki woh siskiyan bhar rhi thi aur mein pure. Mooney, wore thong bikinis at the pool. Mrs. Mooney would strut around showing off her well-exercised butt and small but obviously augmented breasts. This lady would have been a cougar if she could have stayed up later to go to the bars. She also had a problem and couldn't handle liquor, so she just showed off and didn't troll.I was inside making some deviled eggs when Scott showed up. I saw that he had his swimsuit on, so I told him to take off his shirt and I would introduce him to the girls.