Maine fir uski choot ko chata wo garam hogyi thi.Maine apne lund ko uske chhot k hole pe rkha and jhatka mara wo chikh uthi and rone lgi maine uske mu...nh pe hath rkh diya.Maine 3-4 jhatke maar k aadha lund andr ghusa diya or wo rote hue boli k muje bht dard ho rha h nikalo na ise. Maine kaha k abi thodi der me bht jyada mja ayega. Kuch der wo dard se royi fir use achha lgne lga or wo uchhalne lgi. Wo jhad gyi fir mai b.Hum log 2 bar sex kr chuke the. Ab wo itni pagal hogyi thi k use or krna tha.. Vague ideas of other things to do with my tongue from some of the erotic stories I’d read, but knowing how unlikely that was. I worked through the secondary tasks and then got on to the love letter. The words just flowed and flowed and when the teacher told us 5 minutes to go I was able to finish with a flourish and hand my papers in with some confidence. I walked home thinking about that letter and suddenly stopped with a gasp. ‘Oh my god, did I.. Oh no,’ I used some of the erotic phrasing I. She held back a moan of pleasure as he sank into her deeper and deeper. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he lodged himself fully in her sex starved choot. It felt so good to be filled and stretched by his manhood. He felt larger then her husband had felt, she decided but perhaps her memory was fooling her. It had been a long time since her husband had screwed her. "Oh Zahid" She moaned enjoying every sensation his pumping cock produced in her Cunt. It had been too long. I knelt down by the small figure on the ground. I first felt her pulse. It was weak and slow. It should have been around 120 but was almost too weak for me to record. I found it at last and counted. It was as slow as my own normal heartbeat. That was not good. I then checked her temperature. Her skin was cool to the touch. This also worried me. I looked up at that moment and saw Manola and Shamona approaching with furs, water and cloths. I checked Shira's arms and legs. I checked her neck. I.