Bhabhi bari pyas lagi haina mat karnaagar pani sukh jayega jo is emai aur andar tak khodunga…..bhabhi pls,,,,haa kar dohaa kar do bhabhipls. pls.pls...neha: na bhi kar du to bhi tum manige bhi nahime: thanks bhabhi aab mai aapko yakin dilata hoo bhaiya songae achhi chudai karolekin bhabhi pahle thori pani pite haiok bhabhineha: okme: tum sofe par biath jawoapne dono pairo ko alag alag karothora aur failawowow….its nice view of your boor bhabhiye lo mer ajibhtere boor ke. Com and put"fictionmania" in the subject line. feedback is very important. i'mmore interested in writing something that is appreciated, as i am suremost authors here are.thanks!~myaDSL (D*ck S*cking Lips)byM. Mya Honey"to look at me you would never know about me. what i am, i mean.although i am attractive, to say the least, there is little that wouldclue you in to what i really am. i have been called a femme fatale, abombshell, a slut, and a ice queen. i cultivated the first two, theothers are. I ate some chholay and some pakodas down the street. When I came others were already planning to sleep. Mom said; “you came late son.” Sorry Mom, I was with friends. She called for Khadijah to bring food but I told her that I have eaten food. Went to the room Dad was already in his room and mom headed that way too. I went to our room where the two youngest were already fast asleep since they have to go to school. Khadijah was awake. I went slipped myself under the Sandali. Our feet met. Marie didn’t resist as my hand slid slowly up her inner thigh until my fingers were at her pussy. Her lips were warm and swollen and almost dripping with her juices. As waitresses and patrons buzzed around us, my fingers entered her and began to fuck her slowly and rhythmically. With her eyes half closed as the pleasure washed over her, I began to question Marie and pushed for the answers I so desperately wanted.I stopped before making my wife orgasm. Despite the music, Marie is extremely loud.