Please.Birju: Chal theek kutiya. Tujhe aj apni randi bana hi deta hun.Birju flat par pahunch jata hai. Andar dekhta hai ki Pooja ne pajama aur t shirt...pehen liye the. Usse gussa ata hai. Pooja ko pakad kar use jor ka thappad marta hai.Birju: Saali randi, tujhe kisne bola kapde phenne ko.Aur jhat se uski tshirt fad deta hai. Pooja ab upar se nangi uske samne khadi thi. Uske gore gore chuche dekh Birju pagal ho raha tha. Itne sundar aur gori ladki ko chodne ka sapna hi dekha tha usne aj. I get my usual and order her one. When she gets to work I head back to the office and sit down at the desk she leans down to set my coffee down. After weeks of flirting back and forth she is leaning down a little longer than what would be normal. I look and she is wearing a nice V cut shirt her leaning down I can see down her blouse and can see her big tits in her nice red bra. She stays leaning over long enough to make sure I get a good look than she sits down in the chair on the other side of. My breathing stops, senses of taste, smell and hearing disappear. Eyes glaze over. My body tenses, muscles stiffen, toes pointing. And all my nerves cells are based in my cock, on my purple, sensitive cockhead, glistening with pre-cum. A breath of wind over my mushroom, plum, gland would seem like a hot poker in intensity. Sensation of touch magnified to extreme proportions. My arse cheeks are sucked into my body. Forty five seconds of ecstasy is to follow.I exhale and my hand snaps the. Before Phil could plan his next move, they both raced toward him, aiming their swords like stingers at his heart. He jumped back, twisting as he did. The one who’d sliced his shirt missed him completely, while the first stabbed Phil in the side, under his arm, instead of their intended target.Two unfamiliar dragons screeched, the sound indicating they were diving fast. Zukr and Sml returned the challenging scream. The berserkers, leaving their dirty work to their larger companions, took off,.