.Lekin main thoda usse bhi tadpana chahta tha kyonki fail hone ke naam se usne bhi mjjhe pareshan kiya tha …. To main lund uski choot pe ragadne lag...…Wo iski wajah se aur garam ho chuki thi aur lund andar ghusane ki bheekh maang rhi thi..Tab maine apna lund uski choot pe set kiya..Aur jordaar dhakke diye..Wo chilla rahi thi aaahhh ….. Uumm …. Maar … Gayyyii ….. Uski choot kaafi tight thi …… Aur chilla rhi thi aaahhhh …. Choddd mujhe …… Mazaaa aaa rhhahaaui akkaaashh …. Meeerraa paatii to. My bullet was on my clit but it wasn't enough. I puckered my ass cheeks and popped you out. My Anal cavity felt weird. So you went back for the pussy and used your fingers again. Anal is the only hole no one else gets. It's a soft limit. It's not my favorite, but twice a year, I'll let you hit it. Slower this time. Even steadier, you inched your way in. Doggy style. My buzzy still on My clit. You started slow. My back arched up to show the mild discomfort. You adjusted my back to . It worked out perfectly! I know, totally stereotypical). "No! Don't be obvious!"And I watched her wave to Annabelle before we continued driving.And my cell phone started ringing."Call from ... Luke."So me, the Sopranos, and a shit-load of junk food. It was actually a humorous sight.I stuck a Sour Patch in my mouth as I rewound to catch a line I had missed. I was playing the DVDs on my laptop, it had a DVD player on it.Then a pebble landed on my bed.I had left the French doors open, and someone. Then I grabbed a toothbrush and some toothpaste and furiously brushed my teeth as I groggily tried to figure out why the hell I'd had such a dream. I mean, what the fuck? Why couldn't I dream about banging Angelina Jolie or perhaps the entire squad of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders? I had to dream about deep throating some unknown dude. Some masked man. Shit. Some pasty saliva escaped my mouth and dribbled down my chin, reminding me of my dream and where I'd been in some nether world of the.