” usne puccha “doodh kon nikalega beta.” maine kaha “mai.” usne kaha “pehle meri gaand pe se lund hatao, poke kr raha hai.” maine puccha...“crack me daal du?” usne kaha “ha daldo par poke mat karo.” maine uski chhoti si panties ko faad ke chhhed kr diya aur apna lund daal ke moti gaand ki daraar me fasa diya. Andar dekha to geela geela laga. Usne kaha “ab thik hai, ab nikalo doodh.” mai uske boobs dabane laga. Usne kaha “araam ke kro bhanje raja, mai tumhari mami jarur hu lekin aaj tum muje apni. She had on a mini skirt with a white blouse that if you quint hard enough you could see the nipple on the tit. She smelled like slight perfume, but not much.He took a second glance in between her sweet smoothe legs to get one more peek of her sweetness. He didn't see much, just the lips.After Mr. Gold felt fit, he got up to leave. He gave Kevin his last goodbye and told him to be good. Kevin clung to him for a second until he realized that this was he. He wasn't coming back.Ms. Debbie picked. ." Lonnie shivered at the use of the vulgarisms. It was exciting and perverted, and tinged with excitement. She felt a small surge of pleasure in her abdomen, and a little lower in her vagina. She giggled slightly, and averted her eyes. "Screw," she said louder."Screw," Cylvia said disparagingly. "What kind of dirty word is that? Screw! What does Roger do when he wants to empty his cock and balls into your cunt, Lonnie? Tell me the real word for what he does to you." He... fucks me," she. They were just as much in love now as they had been when they first were married, over ten years ago, but now their love had matured, ripened, become firmer and more substantial.Yes, Mike thought, she's a good wife. She kept an immaculate house, cooked food that was better than anything you could get in even the most expensive restaurants, always looked after his needs. She was constantly in good spirits, had a keen sense of humor, and was always ready to give her full attention to Mike's.