Aaaaaaaaaaaaàahahhhhh….aaaahh…aaaahhh….aaaa….aaaa…aaaa.aaaaaa…..ooooh…….meriiii…..chut….mein daalte rahoooo….ooo thoda dard bhi...……tum rukna mat….chodo raja…Main lgatar chodta raha.wo chilati rahi. maza bahut aa raha tha…maine uske boob pakde to usne aah bhri…uske boob bade aur kaafi soft the….uski aawaj kafi meethi thi…jab wo aah bharti to aag lag jati……Geeta-chodo yaaar……..boob kas ke pakdo….maza….( • ) ( • ) maza aata hai….nipple ko ungli k beech mein leker booob ko dbaao. "We all know one day, it may become our turn to lay face down in the dirt, crying out for our mother. I just didn't know which image from my dreams might be my mother," I thought.The sun hovered low in the western sky, offering only a couple more hours of daylight as I lifted the saddle I was resting on and fit my mule for the next leg of our journey. All of the rangers followed my lead, not needing verbal instructions on what was required. I called in the two guards we'd sent out, and when. So Scott's mum Mrs Park was 29 when we was 14 as she had Scott at 15 she was so fucking hot long blonde hair size 10 figure with big firm tits many times she used to not wear a bra round her house she must of known we wear looking. So after a few more drinks and some looks from afar we approach this woman and I just say "Mrs Park" she turns and says "please call me Claire I'm not Mrs Park anymore" I reply " oh that's a shame" She says " not really sorry who are you? "I reply I'm Phil and this. I did notremember any Man who'd brutalized my sluthole more completely. i couldn'tstop crying. i knew there was no point in the tears, but i still couldnot stop myself. i whimpered as His Cock probed my mouth."Stand up, schoolgirl."i barely could do so, but i forced myself from my knees. i stood in frontof Him with my eyes lowered and my head bowed. i had no clue what Hewould expect next. i feared the worst. He slapped me and laughed. Heslapped me again. He laughed harder. He was a true sadist..
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