Or possibly, it’s that flash of red you spoke of once in your description of me. Or maybe it’s fire the hottest of its kind. There’s a yellow-o...ange tint all around us – an elixir, a spell conjured of heat and warmth, mixed with an odd, sweet protection, other-worldly in its presence. You want to be in control, and you are. Your desire is to make love to me, to give me pleasure. It’s all so easy. So easy for both of us. I don’t fight you. I rest and enjoy. I am not tense wondering how you. . aur usaki gand ke hole ko meri ungali se suck karne laga…salim jor se bola ‘ahh…chutiye, kya kar raha hai, nakhun hai kya teri ungali mein?’Mene kaha ‘madarfad, mera loda to tlawar ki dhar ki tarah tez hai salim ne kaha ‘janata hun lode dhire dhire daal, ab raha nahi jata!’ Aur meine kaha ‘thik hai dhire dhire dalunga aur mene usaki gand pe loda pataka,aur jor se dakhha diya..aur lagbhag aadhe se jyada lund andar chala gaya salim chikha ‘Ahhhhh madar! Nikal bhosdi ke ahh!’ mene usaka muah. No, she couldn't miss him. "If we can arrange it so that I can go in for several hours that day, I think I'm okay. However, let me check and let you know." Great! I love you so much," Tim said sincerely."Love you too sweetie, goodbye." Janice could feel her hands shaking as she hung up the telephone."Yes!" Tim said loud enough for his secretary to peek in to see if everything was okay."Is everything okay, Mr. Harwick?" Danielle asked, walking into Tim's office and closing his door.Tim looked up. Ye to itana bada aur mota hai. Ye kya hai dadaji.Dadaji ye sunkar hasne lage. Unhone ab meri gaand sehlani shuru kar di thi. Unhone mujhse poocha ki tumne kachchi kyun nahi pehni. Maine kaha dadaji meri kachchi tight thi to mujhe comfortable nahi lag raha tha isliye maine utar di. Dadaji mere chuttar sehla rahe the aur daba rahe the. Maine phir unse poocha ki isse kya kehte hain dadaji? Dadaji ne kaha ki issey loda kehte hain.Maine masoomiyat se phir poocha-kya? Unhone apni hansi rokte huye.