Kafi der chudnay kay baad Alka thandi par gayeen,mein bhi apnay climax par tha.meine Alka ko kaha k mein farigh hanay wala hoon to usne nay kaha k koi... baat nahi tum mere ander hi nikalo. Mere lund say mani ka fuwwara nikla aur Alka ki choot mani say bhar gayee.mein bhi thak kar Alka kay ooper let gaya thori der baad meine lund Alka ki choot say nikala jo mani aur Alka kay juice say bhara huwa tha, Alka nay phir mere lund ko chatna shroo kar diya aur isay bilkul saaf kar diya.phir hum dono bath. I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic. And most wondrous of all, she was his.He frowned suddenly.He had declared himself to her, but she had not responded. She had not confirmed his pledge.Was she horrified by his words?Mortified, disturbed, or maybe just troubled?Or perhaps she did not feel about him, the way that he felt about her?Her lids lifted suddenly, and her smile wiped away all of his doubts."Good morning," he greeted her huskily."Good morning," she yawned as she rolled onto her back and stretched out like a cat.Everything. She breathedas deeply as she could. The oxygen seemed to help with the pain. And some needof self-control, developed in her years of sport, was reasserting itself. Shebegan to think again, knowing she shouldn't just lie there helplessly, beingbeaten. She realized that the strokes had been coming at very regular intervals.This was where she could recover some grip on herself. Looking at the wardenon her left again, she felt there was a very fleeting look of encouragement,but it came just before.