Corteen
Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady. .Jo jhatka uski badan ko laga wo dekhny wala tha………pura jism sakty mein agay or uski ankhan aysy lag raha tha ka bahir a jayn gi…….Or dil ko khosh karny wali awazyn uska muon sa niklin…….Or phir subsa pehly uski gand ny aik fawara chora…….Mein apna lun liye pehly hi us ka muon ka samny khara tha…..Jaisy hi uska muon khula meiny peeshab sa usko bharna shuro kar dia….Nichy sa wo apni gand leek kar rahi thi……upper sa mein peeshab sa usko nyhla raha tha…….Or phudi sa dhowan nikal raha tha………..Zara. This time I put my hands under her night gown, and I felt her warm panties. I inched her down, I slipped my fingers under the leg elastic on both sides of her little panties. Her little warm butt felt so wonderful. She knew what was coming and started in with little gasps. I eased my fingers in her panties further. I was now holding her very warm bare butt cheeks. I eased my fingers to just enter her lower crack. I felt the damp heat from her little wet vagina, and held my fingers there. She.
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