Words flittered through her mind but sentences -- coherent thoughts -- could not be formed. Any utterance would have been primitive: vocalizations att...mpting to convey what she had not the experience to articulate. Anyway language was useless even if she could regain her command of language. There was no one to hear her lamentations. Only him. And, he, she sensed, was impervious, resistant to her entreaties. The pain emanating from her womb was intense. She felt as if he had pierced her there. I stand there, cock bobbing in the air, and staring at a beautiful, neatly shaven pussy. The lips are all swollen and your clit is poking out seeking attention. I can see glistening flesh and lean in for a taste.You next feel the tip of my tongue drag slowly parting your lips... slowly glancing over your clit. I moan with how hot your pussy is, and you moan from how good my tongue feels between your legs. Another long, slow, drag of my tongue, this time I stop on your throbbing clit and circle. Krina aur us ladke k liye alag se bistar lagaya taki woh do enjoy karsake. Fir me puri raat jag kar chokidari kar saku.woh donno apni apni taiyari karne lage fir us lad k ne krina ka hath pakad kar apni taraf khich kar use kiss karne laga.aur uske mumme daba ne laga aur use chusne laga shirt k upar se hi.fir usne krina ka shirt aur skirt nikal diya.abh krina sirf bra aur panty me hi thi.ye dekh kar mera land bhi khada hogaya.aur memuth marne laga.fir krina ne bhi us ladke k sare kapde nikal kar. "No! Pweathe don't caww Cathwyn! I'm weawwy fine! I wove my thoeth!" (No!Please don't call Cathryn! I'm really fine! I love my shoes!), I sobbeddesperately.I was so terrified that I involuntarily wet myself again. Unfortunately,all my begging was futile. She shooed my sister and me into the kitchenand picked up the phone. While my little sister cut my breakfast sandwichinto little chunks, I heard Mom talking to Cathryn."Hi, Cathryn... Yeah, sure... Listen, I have a little problem withBarbie...".