Phir devar bole mann to kar raha hai kutiya the abhi chode dalu par pehle tujhe bhai chodega ek baar tu mere saath raat guzar tera woh haal karunga ki... tu yaad rakhegi tujhe Apni sex slave banaunga tu mere isshare par jo karne ko kahunga tu karegi tere boobs aur gaand ko rubber hunter se maar maar kar laal kar dunga aur tere nipples par chimtiya laga dunga ye sab sun kar mai bahout darr gayi phir woh mere paas aaye aur mujhe bina brush kare hue muh se hi kiss karne lage aur apna lund mere. His primal instincts took over him and he became a hunter calculating the optimal point of attack. In his peripheral view he watched as she outstretched her bare leg and began to lean forward, never breaking their eye contact. The moment one foot touched the ground he saw his moment of opportunity and sprang forward. His lips met their target straight on and his hands reached out to the arm rest behind her, cornering her against it as he pressed his body to hers. With one leg still folded. I found myself longing for more.That said, does it appear that much of the content here is diminishing in quality? Either the stories are so outlandish they aren’t even possible. Or they are so poorly written that the story is nearly impossible to follow. Or the grammar, spelling, and punctuation is so bad it’s just a jumble of words. I understand some of these issues come from those who don’t speak English as a fluent language. My apologies to you, and thanks for attempting to share your. ..give it to me." Jim couldn't hold out against her and I saw his entire body tense up as he thrust into her and held, releasing his seed deep into her womb. He collapsed and lay on top of my ex while she continued to slowly grind her pussy against him. Sonja was the first to speak after a minute or two."You'd better get dressed and get out or you'll miss hockey." You sure you don't mind? I can come back later after hockey if you want." No thanks...I got what I needed. I'll call you if I need.