Main aaj tak kabhi sex nhi kiya hai.Par sex karne ki iccha bahot jyada hai, jese har mard me janam se hi hoti hai. Par main kafi saalo se hindi sexy k...ahani padh rha hoon. Isliye mere andar shayad kuch jyada hi sex karne ki kam vasana hai.Maine kahaniyo se bahot kuch sikh liya tha, ki kese ek aurat aur ladki ko sex ke liye pagal karna chahyie. Kese uske boobs aur uski choot ko chusna chahyie. Kahan use kiss karna chahyie aur apni jeeb chala kar use apna diwana banna chahyie. Aaj aapko meri. But this isn’t a good time or place to begin. A better time is four hours earlier, down below. In the pit.Sweaty male bodies crashed into mine, knocking me off balance. A rough shove from the side was all that prevented me from falling, sending me between another two bodies instead. I steadied myself against the heaving back in front of me, brushing my long hair out of my face and wincing from the bruise I had received from a spiked gauntlet between the ribs on the way past.Height of bad mosh. .”The man places his hand on her thigh. She is covered with blankets, but it is obvious form the feel that she is naked beneath them.Why are you worried about that lunkhead? Whoa, are we naked?“He’s fine,” the man continues. “He gets that way when he gets a piece of ass. He has to rush home and fuck his wife. Poor girl...”“I’ll have you know I’m not a piece of...”“I didn’t say you were,” he says quickly. “Certainly a catgirl like you only did it to get into the castle.”“Catgirl like me?” she. Of course I didn't have that incomparable "Thanksgiving turkey" sensation, but it was nice. And Sydney had apparently learned some things from watching Martin and Darrell fuck me all those times. He took his time, thrusting deliberately, maintaining contact with my clit. And he did something else that Darrell and Martin never did. All the time he fucked me he was telling me he loved me, he adored me, he was so happy I was his wife.The combination of Sydney's improved cocksmanship and his words.