"Oh shit Jasmine are you Ok?" She blurted out. She looked like she was about to cry.Jasmine lay motionless on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, stil...l breathless.After a moment she said "It's Ok Mel, really." But that was brutal, look at you! You must be in so much pain.."Jasmine struggled to raise herself up on her elbows, looking at her friend she said "Mel of course it's fucking painful!". Then, forcing a smile, "That's the point hun.. But if you're finding it too much.." No!. no.." Melissa. Uski aawaje kya batau doston mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. 10 minutes tak aise hi chudai larne ke bad maine position change ki. Use mere upar aane ko bola.Woh jaldi se mere mere upper aa gayi. Aur mere lund ko chut mein set karke uchal uchal ke mera lund apni chut mein lene lagi. Jab woh uper niche uchal rahi thi, to uske boobs bhi kya uchal rahe the. Kya batau dosto woh nazara hi kuch alag tha.Thodi der mein woh thak gayi to niche aa gayi aur mera loda chusne lagi. Kya chus rahi thi who. Uske. But now it’s not going to happen, right? As in, like, ever. Because of what I did!”“Come here,” I said, opening my arms. She shuffled forward, as we were already so close together she couldn’t take a full step. Our kitchen felt tiny compared to the one we had in Los Angeles, but it was very practical. No ‘kitchen island’, which is more often than not just a place to keep stuff you shouldn’t have bought to begin with, no ‘breakfast bar’ because eating breakfast whilst seated on bar stools is. “Ye…Yes Lord Krinn…two years Sir. Please, would you care to make yourself comfortable? Can I get you a drink?” she stammered as she slowly but carefully slipped her fingers from his grasp so as not to offend him. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of him, looking at his highly polished black leather boots as she assumed the Nadu pose, the backs of her hands resting palm up on the tops of her lush thighs, knees wide apart and back straight as a rod. He chuckled appreciatively as he walked.