He had been hurt once, and never wanted to feel that type of pain again. So he didn’t mind dating a girl who didn’t know her left from right. Bimb...os and airheads, as his mother and sisters would refer to them. He knew that whoever he decided to put his dick into that particular night wouldn’t be around for the long haul. And he was okay with that. He was really content the past few years dating various women, some one hit wonders, others who might make multiple appearances. But lately these. Even though I had chosen the early show, the place was still packed. Luckily for me, there was a single seat in the middle of the fifth row that was still open--apparently, the audience was heavily couple-oriented. I should have guessed. I took out an old novel I kept with me--an old Ludlum thriller--for time-killing purposes, but only managed a page before a vaguely familiar waterfall of gold up near the stage drew my attention. Penelope Stanton, her friend, and their escorts were trying to. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly.“Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut,” He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of. Jaise mene title me mentioned kiya he ye meri fantasy he jo ki bahut jald me ise reality me convert karne wala hu par abhi aapko meri fantasy hi sun ne ko milegi. Kalpna raheti he 404 me aur me raheta hu 401 me wo apne hubby and ek chhote bachhe k sath raheti he wo itni khubsurat aur kamuk he na k akbhi kabhi to muje lagta he agar ye man jaye na to ise bhaga k lejau aur kahin dur chale jaye hum aur din raat sirf aur sirf chode ek dusre ko hum. Kuch kuchh aurat ladki ya Bhabhiyo ko dekh kar aisa.