Or ek thap marDi mene bola bhua pls ek bar karne do, me tumhe bhaut pasand karta hu.bhua ne kha nhi tere khar walo ko kha dunggi me kha rukne wala tha... mene bhua ke chadi ke upper hath lagya or smmoch karne laga.or chila rhi hi thi me teri bhua hu , ye sab thik nhi he mene kha bhua pls i love you or mene mera lund bharNikal diya bhua use dekh rahi thi bhua boli thi pr kisi ko batana mt.phir mene bhua ke hotho chossne laga vo bhi sath de rahi thi or unki gown utar di or vo sirf bra panty me. Without Emily’s lead I would be lost in an instant. I’ve no idea how far into oblivion this place stretches. Judging by what I see around corners as we pass them, I find that I would best describe it as an architectural tangle of labyrinthine corridors and awkwardly shaped chambers. Additionally, I would call it an affront to the studies of structural engineering and Feng Shui in one fell swoop.As we progress, my disorientation grows, though that might be because I can’t take my eyes off of. Maa ke Lauray … Beti chod … Chod meri maa ki Gaand …. Chod de saalay meri maa ki Gaand …. Chod apni beti ki Gaand behen chod…Teri Behan ko Chodun maa ke Lauray …”Aur Pitajee ka bhi kutch yehi haal tha: “Uff …. Maa ki Lauri …. Teri maa ko chodun Neha …. Uff kitni tight Gaand hai teri Neha ….. Teri maa ki Choot me Laura Neha ….. Teri maa ki kus ko chodun …. Chud …. Chud …. Chud maa ki Lauri apne baap ke Lauray se ….. Haaiiiiii …. Teri Gaand ….. Neha Phaar dun teri Gaand ko apne Lund se …Kutiya. I looked at her and nodded.She wrapped her hand around my thumb, moving gingerly so as not to move my thumb any more than necessary. Once she had me where she wanted me, she gripped my thumb and gave a hard jerk.Pain shot through me like a thunderbolt from a nearby lightning strike. It quickly subsided too, leaving a deep ache in my hand. I allowed myself a second to breathe, to focus. When I looked up again, Maria and I moved at the same time.I used my TK spell to sweep mom away from Walker,.