Raste me bahot sara bus stop milte hai usme se bahot sara aisa v hai ki kam buses rukti ho aise hi ek bus stop me ek Lady baithi hui thi akeli. Dikhne... me kya mast thi. Mujse raha nhi geya uski udas chehra dekh ke, to mene punch hi dala ki kya me apki koi madat kar sakta hu? Jabab me usne kuch nhi kaha aur chup rahi mene socha faltu me disturb kar rahaHu to me bike taraf chala geya achanak usne piche se pukara aur bola kya aap mujhe drop kar sakti hai? Bahot time se koi bas nhi aayi meine ha kar. Chicohiccupped and then turned back to his old friend, feeling bewildered about what exactly they had just said to each other. He cleared his throat and took a drink from his canteen. “Really? Why don’t you just ask Brandi to blow you before you sack out? That’ll help you sleep. She’s always up for that.” Chicowas referring to his own girlfriend. Chico, Toro, and Brandi had known each other since they were toddlers, and sometimes Brandi was a little loose about exactly whose girlfriend she was.. I forgot how good it felt having your cock in my ass.” Hayley moaned in pleasure as her father thrust in and out of her ass, “You’re so deep inside me, daddy. Fuck the shit out of my ass. Fuck it hard. I want to feel pain. I deserve to be punished, daddy. Fuck it. Give it to your daughter in her asshole deep and hard, you fucking pervert!”“Your dad is fucking you in the ass, just the way you like it, don’t you fucking whore? Are you my whore, Hayley? Are you my dirty whore, you nasty. I couldn’t raise a knee. I wouldn’t get my teeth in. I was dead weight, but my girls were vicious.Hannah had another barbell and she was screeching like a banshee as she brought it down inside Reggie’s knee and into my calf. I screamed. I might’ve screamed again. I was in seven kinds of pain and each new sharp sensation only seemed to reinforce the last. Some girls were screaming too. Battle cries and warsongs. I was desperate to be saved.The fight turned. I don’t think it was going in Reggie’s.