Ask yourselves, ‘why did this author write this, what is the background to this author’s writing in general, and this work in particular.’ It is...only when you find the answer to these questions, that you will be able to write an essay on them fully and competently. Do that and you will get an ‘A’.’ Most of the class were deep in thought, could I seriously expect that they could get an ‘A’ if they do as I suggest? The exceptions were Saskia Lewis who was of the opinion that she could achieve. It covered my entire face. It had a salty taste and some weird smell. I loved it, though. I climbed back up and started kissing her. It was her turn now. She removed both my tracks and boxers in a single go. At that moment, I was like, hun, that’s some skills. You are a keeper. :P Once she removed the boxers, my guy slapped against her cheeks and she exclaimed. Sharath, damn honey, I didn’t expect it to be so nice. I’m not going to boast, ‘coz there’s no point. My guy is around 6” who knows how. She gagged as my bell end met the back of her throat and I pushed it into the restricted entrance. Good. There would be lots of spit to smear across her face. I liked making a mess of something so pretty. I pulled her face towards my body and chuckled.David grunted as I forced every inch of my cock into Miranda. She struggled a little and her face grew red.One two three four five I counted. I wouldn’t go easy on this beauty.Six…seven…Her eyes began to roll.She was my toy, my slut, and my God. Kaam se thake hone ki wjah se shuru mein, meraa uski traf jyaada dhyaan nahin jaata thaa. Kuch hafte aaise hi nikal gaye. Reema, ek banjari widhwaa aurat thi jo kaam karne ke liye rajasthan se punjab aai thi. Ek din tabiyat khraab hone ki wjah se mujhe kaam se chutti leni paddi. Yeh sardiyon ki baat hai. Shaam ko jab reema aai to mujhe bed par litaa dekh kar mujhse puchi, “kyaa baat hai, aaj aap bahut dheele dikh rahe hoo”. Mein usse btaaya ki mujhe bukhar hai or meraa badan bahut gram hai..