Lakshya -- The Transgender
Saturday, 30 November 2013
Thursday, 28 November 2013
My girlfriend Make me a Popular Model
Posted by Unknown on 17:31
My
mom was a popular fashion designer in our area.She was having a fashion show to
display the latest collections of design and everything was planned as big
stars from bollywood cinema wear expected to visit the show.
On
the day of show one of her models fell suddenly ill and could not take the
rampwalk.My mom was very upset.She was not able to find any model that could
fit in her dresses.By the time my boyfriend in to meet me.Immediatly after
seeing him my mom pulled me to her side and said I should to try to convinced
my boyfriend to take place of the ill model.
I
couldnot deny and upset my mom.so agreed.I took him inside the dressing room
and explained our problem.When he asked what was he supposed to do? I said he
should dress as a girl and walked the ramp in my mom's designs.He was shocked
but I forced him to agree. With the help
of makeup artist it was not to big problem to
make him look like a girl.He was completly waxed as he had to wear some
short dreeses.He had his ear pierced.
My
mom choose a blue short gown with a black belt for him.He was dressed in it and
with proper makeup and hair do nobody was able to say he was a boy.He performed
really well on ramp and had to model four more dresses including a bridal
outfit.He was a instant hit on ramp and was even selected as the model for
cover next edtion of paper...
My
mom was impressed with him so much that she offered him a part time job as her
model and paid him for the show.When he wanted me to go out.I said he should wear
the blue gown he wore the first and we go out today as girlfriends rather than
usual.My mom said it was ok and i could take the dress with me.
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My
girlfriend said that this was my first dress and i should have it saftly.She
went in to change her dress and comeback wearing a black tops and blue jean.She
said that I was looking sexier than her.
The
show was great success and my mom got a chance to work with Sonam Kapoor next
movie.Myself and my boyfriend were assitant to her.The only problem was he had
to dress as a girl to work which he enjoyed.
How this Story? Please comment my Crossdressing Friends...
My Mother - in - law Advice Part - 2
Posted by Unknown on 17:24
Dear,
Iam happy to see that my son was very
happy
yesterday.Hope you are also happy
for
the first night that you both had.
Yes
mother,I served your son as his wife in all
the
ways I can do.He really loved me in the saree.
Thanks
to you for dressign me like this.I cannot beleave that
I was once a boy named Mathan.
You
are now Mathuri, wife to my son.He is loving you
althoguh
he Knows you you are a boy.After your wedding,
you
are now a girl.So get ready to start the House Works.
My Mother - in - law Advice Part - 1
Posted by Unknown on 17:22
Dont
worry mathuri, my son has fallen in love with
you
when he first saw in you in saree when you were
acting
in a drama.He thogut you were a realgirl.He is in
deep
love with you, even though now he knows that
you
are a man.He wanted to marry you.I was also happy
that
when you agreed.
Now
its my duty to make my future daughter-in-law
look
like a real girl for the wedding.Let me dress you
intraditional
marriage style.Tonight you and my son
will
have first night Make him happy in his bed as a wife...
3 girls...one man..cruel trampling Part - 4
Posted by Unknown on 17:12
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-1.html Part - 1
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-2.html Part - 2
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-3.html Part - 3
Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 4
„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please, mercy...“ He pulled desperately on his bounds, but the next three women poured in stepping on him at the same time. One with boots pinned his thighs, one with sandals crushed his groin and belly and another with sneakers jumped onto his chest. Annika,
Sarah and Britta leaned at the wall watching the game, and they had fun to see their doormat getting flattened under 480 lbs. The one on his thighs drilled her heels into his flesh, the one in sandals shifted her weight onto his groin; she was concentrated biting into her lower lip and started bouncing on him. The one in sneakers teased and threatened him, hovering her right foot above his face while standing full weight on his chest with her left foot.
The game continued as the three ladies on top were pushed further by the women behind struggling to get in also. The next three, or four, or five were climbing on top of him. He couldn't tell. He was tortured, squeezed, squished, impaled and it felt like hundreds of women stepping all over him, their high heels squishing down under their weight. He only saw shoes and boots coming down on his body and on his face and he cried faintly for help and mercy, but the women didn't care.
„You can cry as much as you want, little bug that you are. We are the only ones in this building and no one will ever come to help you!“
The next cascade of women came down on him. Two tall women in spiked high heel boots trampled on his chest. They dragged her heels across his struggling body. Two others found her place on each of his thighs, while another wearing a white skirt and red high heel sandals lifted his cock onto his belly with her right shoe and stepped onto it full weight, crushing his cock and his groin.
The next two stepped onto his belly, facing each other they leaned against each other and concentrated their weight on the tips of their shoes, crushing his belly so flat they literally went through his body. Their weight was unbearable now and he tried to scream. But he simply had no air left, he only gurgled and the girls laughed at his pain.
At this point the two girls on his belly started to bounce up and down. He clenched his teeth and his eyeballs were near popping out. Drops of sweat were running down his dark reddened head. He could no longer breathe. Desperately he looked up and whispered „Please...!“ The seven women on top of him stopped their torture of trampling, bouncing and grinding.
They stood still and let their combined weight doing the job, slowly sinking into his weakened body. They looked at each other and then down on him, with a cruel knowing smile on their faces. As he lay there fighting for some air a beautiful face came into his view, upside down towering high above him. He could see her red blouse stretched under the weight of ample curves and her long black hair falling around her head.
In her dark brown eyes lay a hint of pity, but then a mean smile flushed over her face and his vision was blacked out by a dirty rubber sole that came down onto his face, crushing his nose and closing his mouth. Eight women stood on him now! Still and patiently they enjoyed their power over their prey, savouring every jerk of his body that was struggling desperately for air.
His heart was beating wildly and soon his convulsive movements became slower and more and more uncontrolled. Finally, everything turned black... The girls looked at each other and kept quiet for another half a minute before they got off from him.
He regained consciousness just to realize he was in another predicament of torture. It was dark and the smell of leather swept into his nose. His hands and his crotch hurt like hell. He was again trapped under the heavy leather couch, this time obviously lengthwise. His wrists were bound to the two posts on one side, with the posts standing on his palms.
And there was another wooden post of about 5 inches in diameter right in the middle of the couch pressing onto his groin. He tried to move but when he lifted the posts impaling his palms the full weight of the couch balanced on the center post and gave him quite unbearable pain on his groin. He groaned.
„Our doormat is back to life!“ Annika knelt on the floor and looked down under the couch. „Why are you moaning? Yet there is no one sitting on the couch...“ Annika giggled.
„Okay, I know, the couch is quite heavy, but it is nothing compared to the weight that will come down on you now! What do you think, how much you can take? I had once eleven girls squeezed together on the couch but then there was no doormat lying under...“
Annika got up again and he heard cheerful laughter from the living room. So the team of brutal girls was still around! He was panicking. If they all would squeeze onto the couch he'd no chance to survive. He'd be impaled alive. The next moment Annika's heavy butt plunged down onto the couch crushing the center post into his abdomen. He squeaked in pain.
He tilted his head sideways but the only thing he could see were shoes shuffling around on the floor in front of the couch. Another girl sat down on the edge of the couch, bringing down the posts into his palms. As his bones crunched he forgot about the pain in his crotch.
Waiting the mistress Action...
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-2.html Part - 2
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-3.html Part - 3
Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 4
„Come on in, girls! Let's flatten him!“
„No, please, mercy...“ He pulled desperately on his bounds, but the next three women poured in stepping on him at the same time. One with boots pinned his thighs, one with sandals crushed his groin and belly and another with sneakers jumped onto his chest. Annika,
Sarah and Britta leaned at the wall watching the game, and they had fun to see their doormat getting flattened under 480 lbs. The one on his thighs drilled her heels into his flesh, the one in sandals shifted her weight onto his groin; she was concentrated biting into her lower lip and started bouncing on him. The one in sneakers teased and threatened him, hovering her right foot above his face while standing full weight on his chest with her left foot.
The game continued as the three ladies on top were pushed further by the women behind struggling to get in also. The next three, or four, or five were climbing on top of him. He couldn't tell. He was tortured, squeezed, squished, impaled and it felt like hundreds of women stepping all over him, their high heels squishing down under their weight. He only saw shoes and boots coming down on his body and on his face and he cried faintly for help and mercy, but the women didn't care.
„You can cry as much as you want, little bug that you are. We are the only ones in this building and no one will ever come to help you!“
The next cascade of women came down on him. Two tall women in spiked high heel boots trampled on his chest. They dragged her heels across his struggling body. Two others found her place on each of his thighs, while another wearing a white skirt and red high heel sandals lifted his cock onto his belly with her right shoe and stepped onto it full weight, crushing his cock and his groin.
The next two stepped onto his belly, facing each other they leaned against each other and concentrated their weight on the tips of their shoes, crushing his belly so flat they literally went through his body. Their weight was unbearable now and he tried to scream. But he simply had no air left, he only gurgled and the girls laughed at his pain.
At this point the two girls on his belly started to bounce up and down. He clenched his teeth and his eyeballs were near popping out. Drops of sweat were running down his dark reddened head. He could no longer breathe. Desperately he looked up and whispered „Please...!“ The seven women on top of him stopped their torture of trampling, bouncing and grinding.
They stood still and let their combined weight doing the job, slowly sinking into his weakened body. They looked at each other and then down on him, with a cruel knowing smile on their faces. As he lay there fighting for some air a beautiful face came into his view, upside down towering high above him. He could see her red blouse stretched under the weight of ample curves and her long black hair falling around her head.
In her dark brown eyes lay a hint of pity, but then a mean smile flushed over her face and his vision was blacked out by a dirty rubber sole that came down onto his face, crushing his nose and closing his mouth. Eight women stood on him now! Still and patiently they enjoyed their power over their prey, savouring every jerk of his body that was struggling desperately for air.
His heart was beating wildly and soon his convulsive movements became slower and more and more uncontrolled. Finally, everything turned black... The girls looked at each other and kept quiet for another half a minute before they got off from him.
He regained consciousness just to realize he was in another predicament of torture. It was dark and the smell of leather swept into his nose. His hands and his crotch hurt like hell. He was again trapped under the heavy leather couch, this time obviously lengthwise. His wrists were bound to the two posts on one side, with the posts standing on his palms.
And there was another wooden post of about 5 inches in diameter right in the middle of the couch pressing onto his groin. He tried to move but when he lifted the posts impaling his palms the full weight of the couch balanced on the center post and gave him quite unbearable pain on his groin. He groaned.
„Our doormat is back to life!“ Annika knelt on the floor and looked down under the couch. „Why are you moaning? Yet there is no one sitting on the couch...“ Annika giggled.
„Okay, I know, the couch is quite heavy, but it is nothing compared to the weight that will come down on you now! What do you think, how much you can take? I had once eleven girls squeezed together on the couch but then there was no doormat lying under...“
Annika got up again and he heard cheerful laughter from the living room. So the team of brutal girls was still around! He was panicking. If they all would squeeze onto the couch he'd no chance to survive. He'd be impaled alive. The next moment Annika's heavy butt plunged down onto the couch crushing the center post into his abdomen. He squeaked in pain.
He tilted his head sideways but the only thing he could see were shoes shuffling around on the floor in front of the couch. Another girl sat down on the edge of the couch, bringing down the posts into his palms. As his bones crunched he forgot about the pain in his crotch.
Waiting the mistress Action...
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
For My Girlfriend Wish
Posted by Unknown on 17:23
I
was a fat little guy.Every girl rejected me.After a long struggle i too was
find a new girlfriend.She loved me very much but always complained about mw not
taking care of my body. She said I should join gym and try to reduce my weight.
I too accepted as i did not want to lose my girl.My girl friend suggested a gym
and the trainer said that since I was obesses ,excersise along will not to
follow the schedule and took my teblets correctly.
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After
a couple of weeks my skin started feeling smooth and my body hair was starting
disapper.When I asked my trainer he said it may be some side effect of pills I
take. My hair was growing fast , my girlfriend thought I had such a
wonderful hair and should not cut it and try to pony tail.I was also
feeling itching on my chest and I could gradully see extra flesh on my chest.
As I
was lossing my weight consistenly, I continued the schedule.It was after a one
month I had a big boobs like girls and I was always loose shirts to hide
it.Oneday my girlfriend walked in my house and saw what I ws hiding it.She was
shocked to see me this way.She was so concerned that she said I should be
wearing a bra to avoid my boobs sagging.
She went to in and bought one of my sister's bra and asked me to try. I
felt comfortable after I wearing bra.She said that I did now have a shape like
a girl and we should meet a doctor.She asked me to wear one my sister's dress
from wardrobe and we choose a blue one.She like to do a little make on me and
we went to meet the doctor.
After
a few test doctor said that the tablets that i took had estrogen and iam now
devaloping girl due to it.Now i should better get used to it as I cannot go
back.My Girlfriend said that may I should get a boyfriend now and we both left.
I sharing my bed
Posted by Unknown on 17:18
Vidhya,
no need to sleep in your room
from
today.You can stay in my room
itself
from this moment as we are now sisters.
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Till
yesterday I asked you to sleep in your
own
roomas you were my brother.But today
you
have told me your secret that you want to
be a
girl.
As
your elder sister, I understand and accept you as a girl.
So
only allow you to sleep with me sharing my bed.
Sisters
can share... But no with Brother.
miss Jackson and her heels
Posted by Unknown on 17:15
when i was in high school can tell you my first ever
time being trampled! In high school, (L.A. area) there were many of us seniors who
were 18 and up; we segregated ourselves from the "younger" kids
because we though we were really cool (actually we were just not the brightest
students).
I was rather shy back then, and the girls were usually nice
enough to me but didn't include me in their "body games," such as
stepping on the stomachs of the older boys who would always be lounging on the
grassy campus after school, etc. There was a student teacher named Miss
Jackson whom I was fascinated by.
She was about 22 and had long brown hair and
a killer tan. She usually wore shorts, skimpy tops, and flip-flop sandals,
which she would play with under her desk with her bare toes, making me get a
lump both in my throat and in my pants! One day when I was lying on the
knoll, being ignored because of my shyness, I saw Miss Jackson approaching, her
arms laden with folders.
"Hi!" she squealed, coming closer. I
lifted my head and smiled, and because of my position change, my shirt was
riding up to the bottom of my rib cage. I had closed my eyes against the
sun and laid my head back down, when all of a sudden, I felt something strange
and wonderful on my exposed tummy.
My eyes flew open, and oh my gads, it was
Miss Jackson, standing with her bare foot on my stomach! I almost died of
shock! "Ooh, Jason, if you stay out in the sun like this you'll get
a tan line right here," she cooed as she patted my tummy with her glorious
foot. I was speechless and just smiled back at her dumbly.
Then she lifted her
delicate foot and poked my navel with her toes, making me jump. "Oooh, so
you're ticklish!" she proclaimed to the several teen-aged girls who were
sitting nearby. Suffice it to say that my popularity increased
exponentially from that time on -- if the teacher's aide liked me, I must be something
special, or so went the reasoning in high school in those days.
How my Experience frirnds?????? Please Comment!!!!!!
3 girls...one man..cruel trampling Part - 3
Posted by Unknown on 17:10
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-1.html Part - 1
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-2.html Part - 2
Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 3
„Hey ladies, it's quite bumpy on the couch! I'll get sea-sick!“ Annika laughed. As Britta was heavier than Sarah they had to arrange their positions so the couch was in balance again. That made the couch moving like a seesaw on his torso, exerting even more pain. He pushed against the couch with his now free hands to get some relief, but the couch wouldn't move a millimeter.
„You... promised... to... get off... when I... lick your... boots...“ he moaned while breathing heavily.
„No, I never promised to get off,“ Annika replied. „I only said, I would THINK ABOUT getting off...“ she giggled. „But I made up my mind: It's too funny to see you suffering and getting crushed flat under our weight. Let's see how long you can take it. How long it takes to squeeze you flat enough that the posts of the couch are flat on the ground again...“
Annika supported her weight on her hands, leaned forward and gave him an intimidating glance. She threatened to bounce back onto the couch full weight.
„No, please, mercy!“ he cried.
„I think he's done for the moment, let's give him some breath,“ she turned to her friends.
All three got up, looked down on him and gave him a last kick by stepping onto his bare chest one after the other. Then he lay down, just pinned by the weight of the couch, breathing heavily and coughing for air. Where has he got? What kind of hell was he in? Would they have more satanic games in store?
He had hardly time to recover and to regain enough strength to free himself from under the couch which seemed to weigh a ton, before Britta returned and plunged back onto the couch.
„I'm sorry to hurt you but I have to make sure you don't get up too early!“ she grinned.
He couldn't answer as it got dark over him. With horror he saw a big ass coming down right onto his face. It was Sarah who made herself comfortable, crushing his head under her full weight.
His nose was flattened and with the weight on his torso he was nearly unable to breathe. Sarah shifted her position and ground her butt on his face. The fabric of her jeans scratched his vulnerable skin. No air, no strength, no resistance.
Someone took his arms. Was it Sarah? Then he felt something metallic around his wrists. Click! Click! He was handcuffed! At the same time someone else forced his legs apart and tied something around his ankles.
„Okay, now let's get him into the hallway!“
He got some air again as Sarah got up from his face and Britta up from the couch. All three girls joined their forces to lift the heavy leather couch from his body. Then they took his legs and dragged him over the floor into the hallway.
They strapped him down with chains using his manacles around his wrists and ankles, just in front of the apartment door. Sarah took a step and climbed on top of him. It wasn't easy for her to find a stable position as her victim winced in agony beneath her weight. So she rocked forth and back with her boots and whenever she had her weight on her heels they went deep into his belly.
„Little mushy, this doormat!“ she said in an annoyed voice.
„Well, this will change,“ Britta replied, and stepped in the space between
his legs.
„He just needs to be trampled flat enough!“
She set her right foot on his crotch, pinning his cock under her heel. Slowly she shifted her weight onto her right foot, causing another wave of pain. He started to scream. At this moment Annika crashed down her right boot onto his face, crushing his nose and lips under the sole of her boot.
„Stop crying, worm! Or I'll crush your skull!“
Sarah started marching in place on his chest while Britta began bouncing on his groin with both feet. Muffled groans came from under Annika's boot and all three laughed making fun of the ridiculous position he was in. The trampling and jumping was going on for minutes when he heard their laughter and chatting faintly as from far distance. Was he going to black out? No, there were so many cheerful voices getting louder and suddenly the door bell rang.
„This must be my sister,“ Annika shouted excitedly. She knelt down beside him and looked into his face.
„You know, my sister is playing at the local basketball team. I phoned her to bring her team mates with her. They are all tall women, 6 feet and more, athletic and heavy, they are so frenzy about helping us to make you a good and real flat doormat...“ Annika giggled and got up to open the door.
„Hi sweetie! Nice you made it...“
„Sure, after the lost game this evening we are all in the right mood to crush a guy. I hope he can take 18 of us...“
That couldn't be true! From his position he could only see legs, legs and shoes, boots, sneakers, sandals, high heels... He felt the floor vibrating under the onslaught of 36 feet stomping down, all impatiently waiting to hit their target.
„Well, I'm not sure whether he can take it. We kind of exhausted him
already. But come on in, if he doesn't make it I will get me a new doormat!“
Annika's sister placed her right foot firmly on his belly and brought herself up. Although the ground beneath her squashed down under her she did not lose her balance. She had the same red hair but a more athletic frame than her sister. She wore jeans and white sneakers.
„So you are my sister's new doormat, little fellow? You're kind of chubby... Time to trod you down!“ She leaped up in the air and came down again full force onto his belly, landing with a loud thud compressing his abdomen and inner organs. His legs and arms jerked up from the impact and he breathed heavily.
Stay tuned... To be Continued ....
Monday, 25 November 2013
Mistress and a Stupid Slave - Yahoo chat Hindi Version
Posted by Unknown on 18:27
Hi , my name is Raj Patel and I prefer female DOMINATION
And I 'm 18 years old and the average person looking to die for it
hight 5'7 "... and now I am giong to write about another
After a handful of Hindi Domination of experiance .... All ye
Aunt Dina stated that he pehle aur ek on the thamuje mail
unki ek friend muje bulakar femdom salve banana cha own
Hati to me that the color par unke din was pahuch go home
His name was Susma karib 33 years old aunty aur unki
Section 33-34 of the karib also had a friend whose name was dono
Achha figure was married and had big boobs bade rasile
What was the pearl was hot pussy and ass I 'm living now
Back to top of the ash your face ... Anyway, I am equal to all of wo
The karne wala aur pehle baaten me of my home susma
Aunt poocha: age have ever been, all ye
Me : Yes , times are ..
susma: Oh is achha anubhav .
Me : Yes , aur apne?
susma: Mene is also karvaya Kai times ..
Me : Maza ayega tab
Section : Maine 's high heels Sandel pahan thread , you
chalega.
Me : I said pehle mene my heels for the first reqirment
High
Section : you kuchal your niche pero me jyada Maza
ayega.
Me : sokh the kuchlo, I have come to the annual action plan kuchal ne ke
liye
susma: Let's Start now to have baate law
Me : Yes, ma'am
susma: kuchh We told you I have not yet mistress
You achha anubhavihai . Start Now let 's equivalent niche farsh
If jav .
( Utar kr kapde my underwear back on equal farsh
The child 's aur) susma was only waist and he Khadi
Kafi pearl heel heel was too but he was vali Sandel pehni
ek pair uthake my left jangh (thigs) placed par aur dusra lift
Equal right to make war on cotton dono thigs like I was her only
Wow bahut padi my cock and she 's excited to be khada
Has become Maine HAL ye have said to me thou slippers apki
apke foot kya karenge! They just barely moving with pets on fir
Khadi has come up on me and I now bid on your face
kuchal dungi kholo his mouth and his right pair I uthaya
muje niche dikh ointment was the only face of uskesandal
Coming aur mere face the same pair of thaaur she put her heel
Full weight inside and she only had a mere muh pe face
Gone to ashes .. I got mad ...
Come now, you who say to susma FIR section is also de ko kuchal
The only sign of her high heel stream of Chad equal to vajh
Just sign par uske ( circle heel ) that he traces his pad
ek duo equal uthaya and put my face was his heel mere muh me
Full wazan give it color and anus was just waiting kuchal face
The FIR gone baith aur Muze They both said you were on the sofa couch
Baith jav Aue pas à me my slippers baith gaya.susma the khaha
Maine uske soft Gore nikalo fine for me aur apne pair of hot hands
Utarne sandal was going to move away from her summa not bid apne muh
Nikalo from her slipper pakada aur mene apne daato
He is now just a mere couple nikla slave talve Chato !
I got excited me aur apni jeebh sunte ye the word of susma komal
I felt queasy and Gore added chat ne ta me kariban 10 minutes to chat
using Utne Let me now turn to Section karne Bid now my service to my
Maine unki heel to heel it up muh took me suck suck karne
Take Puri Puri aur SAAF inside the FIR dahara slippers just like the
talve BHA Chato only dog ! Both I and the United Nations to kariban adhe ghante
muje unke
The only pair I stand and slippers muje aur fir talve chataye
Piche AAV Northeast Section Northeast meje kitchen area aur baatroom on
the bich Leta 's hair turned marrow aur Waha said it was now our footmat Be lete
We will be using our two footmat karenge me jagah the subject to which I
Was licked usse achha was also mere saath, fir wo both the kitchen I
The mere upar aur kuch karne the cahli aur jab came back out of the
kichan
The challenge only sign on the high jaati ever , never ever just barely
on her face
I was par bahut khus chahata I was on my way to kyo ki yahi
The dream of pairo talve chatu unke top of me aurto kuchla jav ..
All ye ek kariban Ghanta lunch are long gone and he muje log
Ha said bulaya aur kuch khaoge steps to table the matter and gave me a
dinner hila
( As log rosted chikhen) having taken money collected and used by susma
to usne Toda muh took me a bit to your left chabaya aur fir niche thuk jaha me
betha I was a little crushed and dahara aur ushe said his slippers to use now
without Farsh equal to untie khav aur jo mere sandal has equal access to chat
Do SAAF pada like me who was on the top floor was caht my leg susma tab
Hi sir i just like dabaya pine stream was equal talve slippers wo
chicken
I do all of my cock cum chhut bahut was excited and I was eating me
The JD apne underwere me ... Jav baathroom said mujse ye took me to see
the hasne
I and all SAAF Carlo .. I got me in the bathroom and I had my cock SAAF
offers aur underwaer To put ne .. I susma pine and cedar Naked came I out of the stream muje The stream urine karna hai to puch our Kutta kabkam ayega do not have to
be a toilet Please use the space ! Sunkar ye mera lund fir se khada got to let me
baatroom I jaakar He just chehere ayi View bethi (jese the toilet is equal bethti kapde
utare) I mene mene muh opened He their mere muh muh me all piss me ear to Start mut , and began to Pine (muje muut pina bahut I love food and toilet )
and he mut
Mut 2-3 minutes after the break up she was gone and he mut baad ayi
Northeast Section I only got muh.
But was not she a little old for mut uthi me bethi by the time her chut
mere jaise NAK Chu was the I just muh his ass was comparable to what I was supposed to society san
ched aur achank uake Mr. IK lump of setoilet nikla ass muh me but I was able to use kosis
northeast nigal
Wo bahut pada isliye muje chabana only big lump thbh dusra I ate came to
Chaba I muh I was Chaba fir mene I ate his ass clean chat aur use of SAAF
D aurusne apni Panties pehni aur muje Kucha left of me and my firs
JD from the .. Both came fir fir hame bahut Maza said yes you 've come
to the matter and both I and the United Nations
Ne mere muh me thuka, slippers chatayi aur baad fir ... I missed the
Waha nahakar
How is this My slutty Slavess you LIKE IT?
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