”The bartender poured him a beer.A couple of minutes later, the man said again: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”The bartender poured...him another beer.A few minutes later, the man said for a third time: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”Thoroughly confused, the bartender said: “Excuse me, when are you going to pay for all these beers?”The man said: “Now the arguments start.”A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the. Fir uski salwar utaar di ab wo mere samne white bra or blue panty me ulti leti hui thi . maine uski kacchi ko thoda side karke uski gand pe thook lagaya or apna lund tika diya uski choot pe thodi thodi jhantein thi . maine uski gand pe dhakka mara wo bohot tyt thi lund ander ni gya wo jor se chillayi or wo mere niche se fisal k side me ho gayi boli gand me nahi sidha choot me daal nahi to main chali jaungi . maine bola ok , or use ghodi banne ko kaha wo ban gayi or boli kaha na gand me nahi. She was meeting my every thrust as I developed a steady rhythm, begging me to fuck her harder. She started up a chant of, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, harder, harder, harder," to punctuate every thrust into her depths, my balls banging against her upturned ass.As her latest orgasm peaked — I'd lost count by now and I'm pretty sure she had, too — I pulled away, dragging my soaking-wet cock from her dripping pussy. She groaned in frustration as the head popped out from between her lips, leaving her. His dark skin seemed to enhance the reflections of the flickering light. Together we started exploring her entire body together. The sexual energy and the pulsing of her body directed our touch. The sensations often became too much for her to take and pushed her to the edge of what she knew of pleasure. We did not stop, we continued to explore. I vividly remember he had worked his way slowly down her body, the warmth of his tongue was exploring the softness of her pussy. She looked me in the.