“Mmm why don’t you just switch it off and have your way with me.”“Shut up or I’ll gag you.” Her petals make a wet kissing sound and I can ...hear a little air rush inside as her body opens up ready to receive me. The phone rings again. This time I ignore it. After a while it stops ringing. A few seconds later it rings again. It’s taking more an more strength to maintain my composure and ignore it but eventually it stops ringing.I strip off and rub my tip up and down her glistening vulva. She tries. Not the nightclub tartlet, all trout lips and trowelled makeup, swaying seduction less soaked in alcohol. Not the Kardashianite wannabe, with her squat swollen arse and Instagram fakery. Not the bimbo, shrink-wrapped into her dress with her breasts uplifted and proferred like a jiggling pair of blancmange. And not even the modern-day Diana coquettishly teasing through batted lashes. Not them. I don't despise them; well, not for their beauty alone.Deep within the pit of my stomach there is a. ” I got up from my kneeling position from amongst the three other naked bodies, two men and another woman. We were on set of a porn movie and I was the star. He was the new love of my life and I was going to lose him forever. My previous lovers were from the industry but jealousy and ego’s destroyed our relationships. It happened often that the egos of male stars were connected to the size of their dicks: the bigger the cock, the bigger the ego. I was young and naïve. Not anymore. After my. Main aur mamta didi meri jethani akele me sexy baten kiya karte the.Apni apni fantasy share karte the, ek din baat karte karte maine pucha ki didi ek baat batao pahli baar gire se jab chudwana tab kaisa laga? Wo boli ki suman thoda dard hua tha, gore pura zor lagake sakte hain aur aurat ko kabu me kar ke rakhte hain,wo aurat ko dheela padne nahi dete.Main chup rahi fir kaha ki didi ye musalman se kabhi chudwana hai, to wo boli ki yaar maine suna aur padha hai ki wo bhi mast hote hain bistar par.