And this thong was really getting me all hot and bothered. But we couldn't do anything now. Although I was feeling hot myself, where would we go?Nicol...e was soon up and about, flirting with many guys, and I would've stopped her, but I was suddenly too focused on Brett's hard cock. He was now moving his hips, and I thought he would come soon. Well, not without me!I yanked my hand away, and Brett looked at me with wild eyes full of confusion. He really had been close.I grabbed his hand and pulled. Chod jiv diye…. Ah ah ah aaaaaah…. Aro jore chod na bokachoda……jor nei naki jiv eeeeeee….. Ah ah ah ooooooooh.Ami angul diye clit ta ghoste suru korlam ar joto jote pari gud er vitor jiv narte laglam.Uuuuuuuuuuuh…….. Bokachoda ta amake mere felbeeeee…… Oooooh uff uff eeeeeeeek oooooooh…… Ma goooo dekhe jao tomar meyeke ki sukh diche chodna ta…… Aaaaaaaah…… Chod chod chod jiv choda kor amar gud ta keeee….. Aaaaaaah oh oh oh uuuuuuuffff…. Ar parchi ma re sala…… Amar jol khosbe……. Haa kor kutta….. When I have a sore muscle somewhere, I usually ask Sarah to help, but she might be too eager to help with this particular muscle.I heard my phone vibrate, so I picked it up. It was Sarah calling. Claire was taking a shower alone, and I took the call.“Hey, Loverboy – you OK?” she asked.“I finally understand what you meant back when you first said, ‘I wouldn’t be able to walk,’ if we’d made love. Everything below the waist hurts like hell; my feet, ankles, thighs, legs and even my ... manhood is. She buried her face in the dirt below and screamed out every expletive she knew. She did not know what she was trying to accomplish by doing this but she felt it necessary. The only thing it did was get Tom more excited, which technically is a good thing (the more excited, the quicker it ends).Tom reached out and picked the stick back up and started whipping her in the back with it as he fucked her. She screamed bloody murder as each lash tore apart the perfect skin of her back. Each strike.