Bo bilkul laas ki tarah mere uppar 15 minit tak padi rahi ..fir bo samanya huyi to aapne haathon ke shahare thoda uppar uthi ..uske chare par gajab ki... khushi thi muskura rahi thi bo ..mujhe usne piyaar se chooma …par meri aag aabhi shaant hona baaki thi mera lund khambe ki tarah uski choot ke aandar aabhi bhi aag ugal raha tha …par bo ek dum khadi hogyi ..uski choot ka bahut saara paani mere lund ke chaaroon orr fel gya thya me uske dono pere ke beech me pada tha ..fir bo bistar se neechhe aa. It hurt... How the hell do boys think it feels when they pull our hair... the bastards. I knew what that nigger wanted to hear though and I knew what I had to say, "I love it... It feels so good."It was such a joke to the boys that they never got tired of me telling them that 'nigger cock made me wet,' or 'I loved to get beaten by my nigger masters'... even after I was already so sore and bruised that I could barely draw a breath of air without feeling pain. They were all just total punk. Ek din amine sabhi wo personal chat vali baat puchi to unhone share karna thik nahi samjha lekin maine bhi ok fine karke rehne diya.Phir thode dino ke baad meri mom ko 2 dino ke baad bahar jana hua to maine socha mai apne dil ki baat inhe bata sakta hu ab.Maine unko msg kiya ki mai apko pasand karta hu maine msg drop kar diya phir unhone koi reply nahi diya.Wo kai din hamare ghar nahi aai aur phir maine msg kiya ki kya hua…Maine kaha bhabhi aap mana kar sakti ho mujhe don’t worry. Phir usi din. The darkened room obscured our movements, my hand sought his foot, and as I touched it, I let me fingers linger, waiting for his acknowledgement, and when he twitched his toes, we pressed our digits together, and I shifted and opened the way for his foot to slide in against the warm flesh of my buttocks and beyond.His foot silently caressed the flesh, clearly showing I was naked there, he sought my intimate opening, it was on offer, and he wanted to go inside.I withdrew my hand, leaving his.