Pooja chut me puri lund andar jake bahar ane laga… Meri spped ko Pooja bi apna gaand ko aage piche karne lagi… aur boli..Tune ek din itna choda ha...in muje Ravi ne hafte bhar nahi choda…De muje tera lund… aur chod muje… Sala dost ki biwi ko chodta hai… aur bolta hai mera best friend.Ached dost ke biwi ko koi itna berami se chodta hai kya?Me: Pooja tuje bi ise hi chudai chaiye. Tuj jaise maal ko chota lund se tera dil nahi bharta hai.Hai na Pooja? Mai jor jor se dhakka marne laga… Toofani chudi ho. It was much a lesson for Elise as it was for Erik. She was at the brink of begging for relief herself, she would trade her soul for the climax her body demanded. Leaving her at the brink of pleading to her, Tamara hands left her body. “Keep fucking him.” Struggling to register even that simple command, Elise watched Tamara straddle his face. Aiming her sex to his smooth shaved face, she watched Tamara’s countenance soften. “Elise, his tongue is in my cunt.” Watching her hips smear her juices. They would be occupied; if I took another few steps perhaps I could open the front door and make my escape unseen.I took another quick look into the room but could see no-one. I slipped my shoes on, walked silently to the front door, turned the handle and pulled.It didn’t open. I turned the handle the other way and pulled. That didn’t work either.“You need the key to open it,” came a voice from behind me.I span round to find a tall young man standing in the kitchen doorway. He was perhaps a few. I landed just before the aft most rowing station.As I came down I drew my sword from its scabbard and shucked my shield off my shoulder. All about me was chaos. The men in the starboard side rowing stations were somewhat in a daze. When the Windrunner had sheared their oars, men had gone flying into other men and some had been hit by splinters of wood. On top of that other men were rushing across the deck with axes in their hands intent on cutting the grappling hooks free from the bireme's.