Jabki ghar hi me achha hathiyar hai..Main halke halke dhakke lagane laga..sonal–yesss ummm karo bahiya zor se karo..chod do apni behan ko..me-ha sal... randi aaj tune mujhe behanchod bana diya hai..sonal-ha behanchod chod mujhe..zor zor se chod..me-aaj teri chut ka bura haal kar dungasonal-sale madarchod..chod dam laga kar..harami..bhosdikeme-abhi madarchod nahi bana hu..sali behanchod bolDhakke par dhakke lagte ja rahe the..sonal–ohhhhh hmm, to chod le sale apni ma ho bhi. par vo tere hath nahi. The illusion of control was all she had left. ‘I wrote all my songs about Casper, my lover. The record company went ape-shit. They gave me this bullshit about pronouns, which ones I couldn’t use. I stuck to my guns, and they canned me. The motherfuckers won’t release my album. They said that I was a god-damn primadonna.’ Jade swigged from the bottle. She made an orgasmic sound as she swallowed. She was blissfully unaware of Quinn’s tongue. It was on the floor. At that moment, Quinn had an. So…so I just used him as a toy. C’mon, what’s the difference really between that vibrator and him, other than that he’s bigger and warm and can do things other than vibrate?” “There’s a little more to it than that, Mom,” she replied and found herself almost smiling as she said it. “It’s sex and what you do with that thing…is not.” “Isn’t it?” The thought bounced around a bit in her mind. Dammit! She’s kind of right. She’s getting off on something other than Dad…and just as she said it in. Finally her nice super sexy Scottish accent reverberated in my head non-stop.I was lost in thought (trying to see if I could see her trough the windows) when she came to me to tell me she was off to the shop and told me to help my self to a drink. She was now wearing really tight cloths that made me even hornier. I wondered if she would be wearing something under that dress...I decided to go inside... I found, as I came in, a pair of nickers they were all wet and smelled of pussy. Woau that.