Nahi to chodavi nakhat. Ek dam kadak lodo thao che. Mara hath ma pan pakdato nathi. Lakdu pakdyu hoi evu lage che.Bhosdini, raate to uchhadi uchhadi n...e lodo leti hatti. Pachhi bolti hati, niket andar lodo vadhare java de. Nakh taro lodo mari bhos ma ane dhaka mar bhos ma.Tara kadak loda ne lidhe mari bhos ma cher aavti hati ane taro lodo levanu gamtu hatu. Niket, lage che aapne ekbijane chodvanu 5 vers pahela kari deva jevu hatu.Ha ….. to to bahu chodvani maza karat. Tari bhos no bhosdo kari. Quickly, they both went into the bathroom, but the door was left open.?Do it!? he urged.Simmonds then heard his wife gag, and retch, and then throw up, presumably into their toilet. A grunt.?Again!? he ordered. ?Empty your fucking stomach!?More grunting, this time mixed with gasps and a rhythmic slapping. He was fucking her now, Simmonds was sure of it, and at the same time he was forcing her to throw up. Simmonds sat back again and picked up his masturbation, sliding his expert fingers and. More reaction fromher cock, now beginning to twitch as it rubbed against it's captorsfingers. Up again and then down, what a marvelous sensation. While itwas still a painful activity, she knew instinctively that the pain inher anal ring would subside somewhat and with more regular plunging onthe Captain's member would diminish the more uncomfortable aspect ofthis activity. Suddenly, a very strange and pleasant sensationovertook her boy clit and with a few more bounces, she achieved thefirst. His gaze dropped to the sheer chemise. He coughed and cleared his throat. ‘Ahem … you might want to …’ The stairwell and other door into the kitchen were crammed with sailors. Greta made a futile effort to cover herself, then spun and fled into her room. A few whistles and a bit of ribald laughter followed her, but most of the crew were quickly quelled by a hard glare from the officer o’ the watch. ‘Good gracious, what on earth …?’ Lord Cuthburt shoved through the crowd, puffing and absurd in.