To dosto app ne pada hoga ki bhaiya ne mujey kaise choda abb age ki gatna padejabme aur nikita tyair hokar bhaiya ke sath me nasta karke goomney chale...gaye jab hum tino goom rahe tthe bhaiya mere pas akar meri chuchi daba dete to kabhi meri gaand par hath phira dete (jab nikita pas me hoti thi tab)me bahiya ko bol deti thi chodo na bhaiya mujey tang mat karo kahi nikita ko malum pad gaya to meri halt kiya hogi to bhaiya bole daro mat kisi ko kuch bhi pata nahi chalega.asie hi bhaiya meri masti. When she could take no more Tom pushed her onto the bed, a quivering, incoherent pile of flesh. He lay on top of her, moving within her slowly. “Where do you want my cum, Katy? In your pussy? Your mouth? Your ass?” Tom asked, not really caring what her answer would be. She startled a bit when he said “ass.” She’d never done that before. It was a scary thought. But she would do anything to please him. “Anywhere, Coach.” “Good girl, Katy. That’s the right answer,” Tom said as she pulled his. " Sounds like blackmail," Vixen said.The big man shook his head and crossed his chest with his forefinger. "Honest, no funny stuff. Ladies' choice."Vixen cocked her head and looked at him. She had mounted a couple of good-sized football players in her younger days and a big lacrosse player when she was a freshman, but nobody the size of this man. She wondered how big he was where it counted."OK," she said, "I'll follow you." She slid into her car and watched him jog back to his truck, noting. From there I vaguely remember hitting the dirt ,on my face, in the street, and Jasmine and Sandra half carrying me into their wagon and onto a pallet. That's the end of my memories of that ill-fated night. When I awoke the next afternoon Sandra was sitting there, staring at me, with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. “Boy, you really fucked up. The boys won't fix the wagon and they want us gone. Do you always think with your dick?” Because I really didn't really recollect too much of the previous.