Wo bas “aaahhhh aaaahhhh aaaahhhh aaaahhhhh aaahhhh” kar k moan kr rahi thi continuously aur mai apna kaam kiye jaa raha tha. Usse bohot maza aa r...ha tha aur josh me mere sir daba rahi thi. Uske chut me ungli aur chut chatne k wajah se aur chuhi dabane k wajah se wo jaldi hi apna pani nikal di. Fir maine bhi apne kapde utare aur direct apna lund uske muh k pass rakh k uspe chadh gaya. Usne bade maze se mera lund chusa.Mere pass zyada time nhi tha isiliye mai lund chusane me time nhi waste krna. He wrapped his long gangly arms around me and passionately, desperately forced his tongue into my greedy and waiting mouth. He stepped forward as he pressed firmly against me. He was taller than I leaning slightly over me. This unequal advantage, plus his rising desire was just enough to shift our balance off center and we unexpectedly fell back onto the couch, without losing our love embrace for a second. Whether with his unleashing passion he had started to take charge. or by chance because. After a couple of minutes, she placed a cocktail glass in front of him and topped it up with champagne, “There! One New Year’s Eve cocktail.” Ryan took a cautious sip. “What’s in it?” Marianne watched warily as he drank a little more. “Brandy, ruby port, orange juice and champagne,” She hesitated. “There’s a pomegranate version you might prefer.” “It’s fine,” Ryan lied, as the liquid burnt down his throat. “Delicious, in fact. But I reckon I’ll stick to beer.” Marianne grinned knowingly.. Going back to my original story, I thought about what kind of person would be that angry that would do something as outrageous to his lover as destroy her things. What came to mind, I put in the words of one of my characters, ‘a partially broken young man’. Not all fuck ups are a complete waste of biological material. Some of them are in process of getting their lives back together. I choose to live with hope whenever I can. It’s a choice I make. There was one last thing that drove this story..