TO DE FIRnudepriya: tera de detoday_fun2: TO APNA BATA DE ABHI TUSHE MERA BHI PATA CHAL JEYGA OKnudepriya: nahi bata u gitoday_fun2: Q SARAT HARNE KA ...DAR HAI KYAnudepriya: nahitoday_fun2: TO ???nudepriya: cell ghar par rahta haitoday_fun2: TO KYA HOYA TUM TIME BATA DENA OKnudepriya: tum ladko ko faltu call karne ki aadat haitoday_fun2: NAHI KAROGA YAAR DE DE AAB SARAT PATA KYA HAI..???nudepriya: nahi dugi chat kar lenatoday_fun2: CHALO SIRF IK BAAR HI KAROGA OK TERI SWEET AWWAZ SUNNI. His chest rose and fell with perfect rhythm that set the pace for the rest of his movements. It was almost like he was dancing across the floor but dance wasn’t a powerful enough word to describe him. What Shinku was doing was refined and beautiful but it was not a dance. Each movement was deliberate and strong, an expertly placed kick, a slight pivot of his hip or a shift of his weight. This man was a warrior in the trust sense of the word. Martial Arts was more than simply a hobby for him or. Har bar meri pasand ka khyal rakhte hue new new style aur color ke bra aur penty pahan kar ati thi (jo neelesh uska pati use lakar deta tha). Ek din main uski gand markar uske sath hotel ke room main leta hua tha. Baton hi baton mai main usase kaha ki kab apni cousin se mila rahi ho, to vo boli ki kyon jiju mere se man bhar gaya kya, maine kaha nahi aisa nahi hai, per jawani jeeven main ek bar hi ati hai isme jitne maje loot sako aur luta sako to theek verna javanee nikalne ke bad pachhtave ke. I had her legs either side of me, with my arms d****d over her thighs, using her like an armchair. I was absentmindedly stroking her legs (she was still wearing the boots/skirt/fishnets combo) and she started to play with my hair. I was in absolute heaven, I love when someone plays with my hair, it's a major turn on for me. I looked up at her and smiled, as I bent my head back it pressed into her boobs, and she smiled back at me. I tried to act natural, chatting with our friends but I was so.
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