She came near me and said that the dinner was ready. We had a very romantic candle light dinner, holding hands and lost into each others eyes. We had ...ice-cream then. As she was tiding up the dining table, I held her hand and asked her for a couple dance. She agreed immediately and held me tightly. She kept her feet over mine and we just rest into each others arms dancing to the rhythm of the romantic music being played. I remember the song. It was ‘Everything I do’ by Bryan Adams. As the song. Jaise hi maine apna hoth uske garden ke niche lagaya vo shiharrrr si gayi. Lekin kuch boli nahi .,.Me uske booobs ka upar ka hissa jo ekdum naram tha usse chusne laga.. Mera lund apni puri lambay pe tha or lohe ki tarah tan gaya tha, mene apna shorts nikala or apne lund ko ajad kar diya.. Mera 7.5 inch lamba or 2-2.5 mota lund fufare mar raha tha uski chut ke passs . Mujse or control nahi ho paya or me niche gaya..Usne jo chaddar odh rakhi thi vo hatayi to dekha k usne sirf dress prhna tha jo. " Sorry." How many positions can a couple possibly screw in?" I don't know, but her tits sure wobble in that one." God, not another position." I think he's ready." Ready for what? Oh, god. He's just cum all over her tits!" Now you're squirming." No I'm not. Stop the movie while I change. And pour me another drink." Chelsea! What are you doing!" Nothing." Yes, you were. I saw you." I wasn't doing anything." Where're your panties?" Where their supposed to be." No their not." Stop it. Leave me. This was about the time that Thor decided he was ready to turn around on me and really lock his knot into this bitch. I groaned as he threw a leg over my back and turned butt to butt with me. His massive dong and knot slowly twisting inside my guts, and putting new pressure on my prostate. He started to pull then, slowly dragging me bodily towards the steps leading off of the porch. I somehow managed to get my exhausted arms under me and start a slow, awkward, backwards crawl to keep up with.