Fata bokachoda fatiye de chude chude amar gud…. OooooooohAmi juthir gud e bara ta dhukiye rekhei oke kole tule nilam,tarpor ghuriye comod er upor vo...r diye or pachha uchu kore nilam,juthi comod e vor diye pachha uchu kore chodon khaoar jonno position nilo.Ami juthir tholthole pacha dhore komor nariye jore thap marlam…Ishhhhhhhh…uh…uh…uuuuuuuuuuuh sala amar nari chhire dilo reeeeeee…… Oi bokachoda eta gud na ar kichu peyechis? Bara ato jore dhokali je amar gola porjonto chole elo. ‘She said really … complimentary things about you. I know guys sometimes have anxiety … about their performance. But you have nothing to worry about.’ By this point, most of the blood in my body had rushed to my face. Jazz reached across the table and covered my hand with hers. ‘Dean. I have zero complaints about the sex we’ve been having. Far from it. That’s why I brought up the subject. I wanted to know where you got the confidence, and the … I don’t know what to call it – the expertise?. We moved our festivities to the bedroom because we didn’t allow people to smoke in our living room because of my best friend’s baby. So we all started talking and just having fun in the bedroom. My best friend and I were having a conversation about her not driving my car the next day to do something for her ex, Mike. She became agitated with me. ‘I’ll just take the keys, Shay.’ She said softly. ‘You wont take anything. I’m not letting you drive my car for him.’ I stated with an attitude. ‘Well,. I continue relentlessly, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight sloppy cunt and my tongue and teeth flicking her highly sensitive clit. Helen is gasping and moaning and can no longer lie still. All at once she tenses up, her body nearly vibrating, and then with an ecstatic scream her orgasm erupts and she goes over the edge. She comes hard, her juices, my own little sister's juices, covering my hand and face, and spraying into my open and willing mouth. I drink them down greedily. "That's.