Aaaahhhaaa uhhh bouuu Bouuuu. Tike dekha tike dekha. Kemiti heichi. Mu sambhali paribini. Tu sambhala mu basiki dekhuchi. Bou mo banda ku dekhiki aaah...haaa mo gelha Raju babura banda. Aaahhhaa heichi khande masta heichi. Maa jhia ku thik kari genhiba. Hei Raju. Gennhila bele bhala kaRI BAZARI KATHA HEBA.Haan bou jama byasta huani. Khali tike arambha heu dekhiba mu kemiti genhuchi. Nitu mo banda ku muthei dhari halauthila aau patire pureiki chusi chusi khaila. Hard banda ku chusi chusi khaila je. The fourth and fifth lads trembled as she took them into her mouth, they could not take the sweet torture and spilled their seed on unfertile ground, smiling as she swallowed their seed she motioned for her handmaidens to take them away.“So William, tis just you and I,”“Aye my Queen; so it seems,” William stood in front of his Queen his cock still hard as a stone.“How is it that ye still be hard lad?” she moved towards him and slid her soft hands along his length, “Ye haven’t lied to me have. " Kayla was not a fashion model in her bodily proportions, tending more on soft and cuddly than the stick figure of a mannequin. She was, at five feet two inches, the epitome of the old song, Has Anybody Seen My Gal, with her five foot two eyes of blue and currently naked showing exactly what her five foot could do.The problem Kayla faced was dressed in the gray shirt and black pants of the West Hamlin Police Department. Two female officers having left their radio patrol car were now. I continued to make jokes about him using any excuse to wear his kilt; even a house party and he teased me for wearing a slutty dress. I teased him about being a true Scotsman under his kilt and it was all banter and laughter, although I already had other plans...He was on his way to the front door when I grabbed his hand and gazed up at him with inquisitive eyes, imploring him to come closer. He moved towards me and I stood on my tip toes to kiss his lips, tasting the champagne on his tongue.