I could feel the cum building in my nuts and grunted out a warning that I was close. He just sucked me harder until finally my hips bucked uncontrolla...ly and I shot my load into his waiting mouth. Incredibly, I could feel it each time he swallowed the cum erupting from my young cock. When the last spurt of my seed slithered down his throat he licked me clean and got up off of me. “Let’s finish this upstairs”, he suggested. There was more, I asked myself as I hurriedly got up from the couch. I. The breeze pulled at her medium long, dark hair, and she grabbed a elastic hair band, to try and trap the errant strands into some kind of restraint. There was a series of sounds from the kitchen, and the door swung open; the man, wearing a reddish , thick, terry cloth robe, tied with a orange sash-belt appeared, carrying a large tray. He slowly walked over to the table, where he sat the tray down on the left side of the top, and served the morning‘s breakfast. The menu was light and fluffy. They slowly turned her into a candle. She became a huge and sacred burning candle on an altar of lustful degradation.Not one drop was given her to swallow. Not one drop was offered to slake her terrible thirst or satisfy her hunger.The last man stepped back after adding his creamy offering to the exulted goddess of humility. A giant gong made the air vibrate. Its deep, deep voice touched the stretched nerves of the audience.A bright spotlight swung away from the dripping statue. The attention. കണ്ടാല്* അത്ര ലളിതം അല്ല, ഒരു ചരക്കു തന്നെ ആണു. രശ്മി സോമന്റെ മുഖം, പൊമ്മ ബാബു വിന്റെ മുലകള്*, പഴയ സില്*ക്കു സ്മിതയുടെ ഉദരം,ഒരു കുപ്പി എണ്ണ നിറക്കാന്* പറ്റു പൊക്കിള്* കുഴി. (അവള്* അതു പ്ക്ഷെ കാണിക്കില്ല) അതിനു താഴെ കട്ടുറുമ്പ്* പോകുതു പോലെയുള്ള ഒരു ചെറു രോമ രാജി. അതു ശോഭനയുടെ വയറുപോലെ താഴേക്കു പോകുന്നു അതിന്റെ ഒക്കെ അടിയില്* നിങ്ങ്ല്ക്കാര്*ക്കൂം കാണാന്* കഴിയാത്ത ആഴത്തില്* കാട്ടുകടല്* കൂടു കൂട്ടിയപോലെ ഒരു പുര്*. അവള്*ക്കു നല്ല വെളൂപ്പാണു. അവളൂടെ പൂറു ഒരു കുരുവിക്കൂടു പോലെ തോന്നും. ദിവസേന അവള്*.