Mag parat haluch dhakka marat purn lawada aat gela ti tr dole mitun fkt sukh ghet hoti. Pillow la ghatt pakadle hote . Mg me jorat jorat dhakke maru l...agalo tiche 2 pay 2 hatat ghetle n ajun jorat dhakke maru lagalo ……..Room mdhe nusta ahhhaa aaaiiiiiiiii ggggg meleeeeee zav ajun joray rohiiittttt paach pach pah pach pach ………….. Asa awaaj yet hota . Pn mala vatle maja galnar mhnun me lagech lavada baher kadhla n tichy tondavr galala ti sagle chatu lagali shant zali. Mg tijya anga vr zzoplo tr. I panicked. They were naked now, two big throbbing cocks hanging out eager to fuck my brains out.The blond one approached and knocked me in the stomach, cutting my breath. He ordered me to strip. I obeyed and stood there naked and ready to get sodomized. I was a bit plump, but my body was tight and beautiful. Black hair and green eyes, my looks were hardly those of a sixteen year old. And these two weren’t the first to want to split my tight globes. I had heard much dirty talk, but never even. It could be described as if the two were under one and the same spell."CLIMB!"Another word, with the same voice that sounded like Zax's, but from the black radiance in the Brown Digger's head.Unlike the Brown Digger, Zax sensed that he had a tad more control, enough to make the choice if to listen to the voice or ignore it. By relaying on how he felt, Zax was partial toward compliance. He had done so much for the irrational sensation; it also became an inseparable part of him that one could say. I left the house and took a long walk in the fields trying to cheer myself up but it was no good, my heart was broken and I didn’t know what to do.I returned to the house around 6 and my dinner was ready but I was in no mood to eat, Aunty Betty asked me what was wrong but I couldn’t say. She tried to prise it out of me so I told her a story I made up of a none too nice experience I had witnessed at the fair.We walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, in an effort to cheer me up she.