S. I work at a company with my best friend Brian and he’s black but he’s like my brother to me because we are so close. I’ve known him for f****...**n years now we fish, go to the shooting range, help each other when each need it. I mean our relationship could not really be any closer. Sometimes when we are out like fishing and say food is topic of discussion Brian always brings up hispanic food because he used to live with a woman who was hispanic and cooked really good food for him but now the. ” chup baith chinaal…. aur uske gaal par ek jor ka chata maraAshwini….. ” Aaah , dekho ye tum thik nahi kar rahe ho chale jao yaha se ”Ab maine uske gaal par do teen chaante mare aur uske baal khich te hue kaha ” tumhe chodne ka iraada to kabse se tha aaj mouka mila hai to aaj to tujhe jee bhar k chodenge”Humare chehre par mask hone k karan wo hume pehchan nahi sakti thiAswini rone lagi thi phir humne use bed par leta diya aur maine apna lund Uske chut mai daala jaise hi lund andar gaya uski. The rest of the combat in the room had halted, as everyone had watched with morbid fascination as the archer was quite literally ground into paste.The only two combatants left were Sonja and the tamer that had been riding on the lion, but she raised her bow and fired it without looking before walking over to the rest of us. The arrow turned into a cobra on the way, which sunk its teeth into the chest of the hobgoblin, making it realize that it was still in a fight. Looking down at the source of. It was still here. I was about to walk out of the room when I heard voices. "Kevin!" I heard a woman squeak. "Can we be in here?" "Not at all, baby, but it's just more exciting," a male voice rumbled. I knew that voice. It was the voice of Kevin Greendale, a bass ass cop who was a little more than just hot. I'd often fantasised about him when I touched myself. I saw the door to the interrogation room open, the side I was not in. I looked through the one-way glass and saw them run into the room..