Indian Desi Girl Ridding Her Lover Part 2

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Kuchh der dabane ke baad uske taraf se koi reaction nhi aaya toh meri himmat thodi gayi aur maine thoda jor jor se dabane laga dono boobs ko,phir maine uske t-shirt ko uske boobs ke upar tak utha diya.Par uski bra khol nhi paya kyunki mujhe pata nhi tha kaise kholte hai.Toh maine thoda jor lagake bra ko upar ki taraf khich diya.Idhar mera lund tight hoke dard dene laga mere underwear andar.Maine underwear aur pant utar diya aur towel pehen liya.Ab uske ek boob ko chusne laga aur dusre ko dabane laga.Uske taraf se koi reaction hi nhi tha,toh maine green signal samajhke bahut der tak dono boobs ko chusta aur dabata raha.Par mere lund me bahut dard hone laga toh maine bathroom jaake muth maarke aa gaya.Phir bhi mera mann nhi bhara toh maine dono boobs ko phir se chusta aur dabata raha,pata nhi kab mujhe nind aa gaya aur mai aise hi so gaya uske boobs ko mun me aur haath me pakad ke.Subha jab utha toh dekha ki roopa bed pe nhi thi kyunki ushe subha nahane ki aadat thi.Lekin meri toh phati. " Well, obviously the ones Alan had used didn't work for women. Or at least not her. Maybe she had said them wrong. Said them without faith.Or, those girls were just evil atheists or something."We just have to try again." Sally took her hand, squeezing. "I actually didn't feel anything with them." Me either," Brenda admitted. "But I'm not sure I will. I don't even know what that's supposed to be like. The Lady hasn't talked to me." That bothered her. Yes, God didn't seem to talk to Peter and the others, but they got to listen to Jesus preach for months before they were sent out. This situation was just ridiculous."It'll work out. Have faith!"She looked at her sister. Sally was only two days into this. She hadn't felt the Holiness of having Alan insider her. Why was she the evangelical one?Well, if she was, maybe she should do the talking. Looking ahead, Brenda saw a gaggle of girls coming out of a store. Cheerleaders, she thought. Not in uniform, naturally, but she recognized some of.
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