" "Did you and Mr. Simpkins go out that night?" "No." "Why not?" After a pause, Zachary said, "He left." "He left, did he? If he left, can you explain... why a set of his clothes was found in your apartment?" "Objection," said Kevin. "The prosecution is trying to lead the witness." "Sustained," said the judge. "Mr. Smith, did you arrive at the party with Mr. Simpkins?" "No, I came with Amy." "Amy. Is Amy in the court room right now." "Yes." "Will you point her out to me?" Zachary points to a. .Kyu…kutte…maja aa raha hai ??Me: sali mere hath pair khol..Baad me bata ta hu..Maja kis ko kahte hai..Sweta ab chocolate sauce layee aur mere lund pe dal diya..Sali mere lund ko chocolate samaj ke pagal ki tarah chusne lagi. Ab sweta ne apni bra nikal di aur apne boobs ke bich me mere lund ko ghusa ke upar niche kar ne lagi. Sweta ke boobs bhi chocolaty ho gaye. Ab usne apne chocolaty boobs mere mu me diye..Chusne ke liye…my god…kya taste tha…Sweta: harami..Maja aaya na ?Me: muje..Teri. In a moment of desperation, I try to push you off me, but I am no match for your power. You own my sissy cunt and you know it.You get lower and now my legs are swing over your massive shoulders as you pump harder and deeper. The sounds of me struggling to take you engorged cock. The entire time you call me all sorts of humiliating names like: fat whore, faggot, daddy’s cunt, fucking slut. Angrily you bark “Who’s cunt is this?!” “Daddy’s cunt” moan back. Say it louder you bark at me as spittle. You take both hands under my skirt on my hips.... and lower me onto your very hard cock... I move down slowly.. bracing myself with my hands on your shoulders..... burying my head in your neck... still moving down... I slide down slowly until I've got all of you in me and just sit there, feeling you... pressing forward a little to grind my clit against you, you hold my hips in your strong hands and begin to move me up and down... up and down... slow at first so my juices can totally soak your.