Pata chla k uski age 17 year hai aur +2 ki student thi, gori chitti aur figure km thi. Dikhne me mast thi 5-7 baat chli aur usne bola k aap muje bhut ...asand ho,,maine b same too u bola aur baat badne lagi,, usko piyar chaihe tha aur mere ko chut,,, 15 din bad hm face to face mile aur baat ki,, bhut pasand aae mere ko b main unko b,, bss abb raat din baat hone lagii,, phn pe sex krne lagee aur sari sari raat baat krne lage,, abb aag dono tarf lagg chuki thi fr hamne ek din milne ka plan bnaia,,. I looked up at her, seeking her eyes. She was staring at her ankle, still clutching it in her hands, whimpering. I reached out and unclasped her trembling fingers. “What are you doing?” she asked confusedly, the anger gone from her voice. “I’m trying to help you.” She just hummed, but didn’t stop me as I took off her sock. Despite my caution, even the gentlest touch seemed to be causing her pain. Her anklebones were barely visible under the swelling, and there was a big, crescent-shaped. Let me know what you think. I will be adding to this story in chunks on a regular basis. So stay tuned.This is a fake/fantasy I have had for a couple years now. It might seem a tad unrealistic but thats not always a bad thing.Chapter 3I could not believe what I was witnessing. There was my girl. The love of my life. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and raise a family. Down on her knees, wearing the sluttiest thing she owns, about to fuck 4 homeless dirty and fat men. I. One day, he walked in and she was lying naked on the table. She had covered herself in mango juice, and her plump bald pussy was covered in freshly sliced strawberries. Kalim stripped and started to lick her. Starting from her feet, he went up one leg, then down the other. he ate her pussy, enjoying the sour sweet strawberries mixed with mango and pussy juice. Working up her flat stomach, he lingered at her navel, fucking the deep hole with his tongue. Finally he reached her tender breasts, She.