.all kinds of fuck stuff that, some time ago maybe that would seem fucking deviant or fucking sick to me, but I get so deep in my fuck madness, that I... fucking care less day by fucking day, I even start to become fucking addicted to it and I just fucking look for more and more fuck. Man, if I got fucking paid for all the crazy fucking stuff I did in my life...I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying. Aur jo bhi apni erotic kahani likhwana chahti hai ya share karna chahti hai, please write to Chaliye ab kahani shuru karte hai. Hello readers, I am Kanika from Ahmedabad. I am now working with a NGO in Delhi. Ye tab ki baat hai jab mere parents MBA karne, mujhe Athens(Greece) bheje the. Hostel mein main bahut masti karti thi including drunk parties, Halloween. And most importantly ‘Apokries’ jo Greece ka sabse bada festival/carnival hota hai.Mere batch mein main akeli Indian thi. Is wajah se. I could not allow that so I spent extra money on his birthday present to make up for it. Remember how upset you were with how much l bought? But as the day wore on he became sullen and depressed. Nothing seemed to help. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being miserable on his birthday. So that night after you went to bed I snuck into his room and gave him his special present.”“And you were planning on a repeat at his party tonight weren’t you?”“I just couldn’t help it. I knew that before the. My cock springs from its confines, pressing up against your soft, clean body. You eventually get my jocks off me and look up at me. You bite your lip and suddenly grab hold of my cock and take it into your mouth. I feel your tongue run around my knob. You suck hard and pull my cock from your mouth making a popping sound. “No, that was naughty,” you say stroking my cock a couple of times. I stand trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, that was fucking naughty.”“Mmm,” you say in agreement as you.