Main tujh ko bata thayhoon meri to maki choot bhae chotay ko galian bak rahatahy per chota b harami pan say bazza na aya or us nay apnay cheed ko daba... k rakah main nay chaotah ko bola ara janay day yaar maza ae ga tujh ko lakin us nay nahi mana phae nay b himath nahi hari or us k ched main ungi dali or ched per cher nay laga or ungli k saharay laun ko rakha or jhtka day nay laga chota kab gand ko daabata akihr ka us nay dheklay ho or bhe nay moka dekh kar us ka cheed mainlun ka topa dal dia. I ran my tongue over his phlegm-drenched face. The kid sputtered, and I could tell he was biting back a puke. Returning the thick Jeroboam to my mouth, I undid the kid’s corduroy shorts, letting them drop around his ankles. He wore boxer briefs underneath, white with little soccer balls on them. I massaged the briefs at the crotch, rubbing the boy’s flaccid knob around and around. He moaned in protest, but kept quiet, out of obedience or fear I couldn’t be sure. Reaching into the briefs, I. Me ek 26 saal ki ladki hoon. Mujhe pahle se hi land lene ka bahut shok hai. Aur wo bhi bada bada. Ye sab mujhe meri bahen ne sikhaya hai. Me jab choti thi tab meri bahen ne mere samne hi bahut bade land liye hue hai. Chalo ab me meri kahani batati hu. Me ahmedabad ke ek chotese gao me rahti hu. 2 mahine pahle hamare ghar ke bilkul pas do ladke kirye ka makan me rahne aye. Dono city me kahi nokri karte the. Jismese ek ladke jiska naam ravi tha wo dophar me do baje free ho jata tha. Aur uske baad. Unnnhhhuu genhiba. Jaa muthi mari de. Mu paribini.Ohh momi kahi momi ku pacharu kundhei dharili. Momi thia hei rosoi karuthile. Sadhi bhitare hata bharti kari khali peta ku hatare ghasu ghasu blouse sahit momi doodha ku dalili.Raju dustami nanhi. Jaa padhibu.Momi bahut padhilini. Tike karidele munda pura fresh heijiba aau saptahate masta kari padhibi. Mu momi doodha ku daluthili. Momi khali tare mana karuthile. Hele mood thila. Mu dhire dhire doodha ku dalu thili aau momi gandire mo banda ku.