Who Made Me Pregnant

Who bamdhala my stomach? (Who Made Me Pregnant?) A few days ago there was a discussion between husband and wife in the village on Friday morning, we’ll go home.Give me death this week, of all the things you need to prepare before duekati.Thursday night at the dinner table to talk again, and on Monday we will be leaving.My head just before the start of the pain is severe, a light went up, I was scared. Just like the last few days I did not eat janmaniyantrana pills, the man is the child of my stomach badheni home! They indeed were two, whose children went to the stomach, God knew it. ***** would say, I Basak namesake. I am in Kolkata. My husband is a school teacher. Gobecara great man. I love very much. I love him very much. I took care of him. Even he loves me more than relevant. Four years of our marriage.However, we are still not taking the baby. We have reckless sex night. He wanted me to pose to many extreme satisfaction. However, a few days ago was an accident.Kacate day I sat up very much at home cloth. She did not come to work. Kalapare leg match at the thubacchi up, the whole body is wet. Kacale in which clothes, clothes taken from the thigh. The lower house of the husband if I am hatakata blouse.Panties down, saya or not wear bra. Why wear bra? My people are hanging, after the bra. However, I have to tuck your lower legs to the waist, sat kacate. Two hook opened a blouse when, who knows! Suddenly noticed the hair of the head to the right, behind the scenes that nobody sees me you might call. I soon got nowhere lungita fell off my waist! I will lower key, I saw a man standing at the door of the wall, watching me. Taken on his waist wearing a lungi, it mutate sitting here, watching me were standing. I was shocked. I see that in front of the scene, it makes me hot. His cock was standing, it was almost a bigheta length. And so fat. My husband, on bamratao ekabighetera long, however, as this bamrata long, as thick.Cock And Muslims, superior quality chunnati goods! Thus khanaki material, with friends before the wedding, the boy’s habit was a fucking cunt. Has been married for four years now. Twenty my age now. More than ten years, and my sex life. About nineteen years old, and my brother, my avuncular broken nose ring. I went to visit aunt’s house. One night, I got up to pee, grandfather, aunt sees through the eyes of the door. One of my curiosity, I opened the window and saw the eyes of the masi meso codacudi hot taste. My grandfather took me by the hand and brought him into his room. Which is then … Raw-old boy was codacudi. Night. It was about seven days after my meeting with him tirisabara service. That’s it! Liquor was over. home to spend a few days very uncomfortable. I stood on the balcony of the night khemcache grandfather. Shone like a ghost to me. I went straight’ve already started to suck his cock burned face. My grandfather took me home in his arms. Then Grandfather, Uncle, meso, uncle, boyfriend, whom he had, he would have to pay about fisting irritation. He was not yet reviewed. Brother-in-law, deora, bhasurera son, deorera apply chirp with friends. I still have contact with ducarajanera old boyfriend. My husband went to school the day after the rule comes into play on. One day a week, in two days, one day two weeks. For example, on Monday, Moin comes. Mercury is the Palash Friday. Sometimes the phone moves Mohidul, Raquibul, Peter. And every day just to come Tapas carateya afternoon. His office at the front of my house.Wanted me to be on his way back to the office every day. I think that is unemployed and not cudale his day. Or, and for a long time. My husband is over and wanted me continuously. About two to three times the cargo is off, and then I left fisting material. And right away started at six. My husband had started at six and a half.With him out the back door, my husband and I, never to open the door. Fisting sperm of her husband’s tiffin I’ll wash it. Make her tea and my lover, my fair thighs down the name of semen! I am removed by the spouse with lower service. My husband does not understand, do not tell him what I’m actually a drug-like affair. Dp of speech is a matter of great heat. Taraupara, they gave me money for the chowder! Regular Tapas gives me a hundred rupees. And that after the chowder, I blouse, lungi read, then! He shoves the money I put into the blouse. Moin chowder gives me two hundred rupees a day. Palash the three Rs, Mohidul, Raquibul, Peter gave me two weeks to one day, five hundred rupees! The money just fun, and think about yourself for a besya whore. The game had a terrible husband behind my good man! He came to the foot. Kalapare us. Shut the door and came through the wall.His lower still pop up. I fell at the feet off wearing lungi. Hook opened my blouse, my two half are out. He embraced me and took hold of my waist ekahate wrapping. How long have known that! Put a hand between my thighs began to rub my pussy. I was born woman khanaki, George fisting fisting my hand immediately began exudates, it is my frequent breathing, I wrapped unknown unknown man. I was filled with the smell of his bidi his neck and kissed him on the lips kiss. His tongue began to suck on my tongue. My hands down when it has bamrata thatano. I’ve started all of a sudden his cock khemcate. He told me to cut my abdominal prehistoric finds in the forest cut down to kiss the fingers of the bill. Tapas gataparasu coming from. The next few days and will not come. His wife had a baby. And my husband did not stay home a few days. Halishohor still going on. As a result of my day is going to go hungry for three whole. Today, maybe God sent this man to rescue me. He was trying to tear my blouse as the My two. I feel good in this press aloud. I hisacchi. He, along with rip me fisting his thick, wooden fingers and my bhrgankurata rock dalache. My pussy juice begins to climb. I started thirsty. Who knows what was in the man’s magic! I think now would be off the juice. I looked thirsty, “uphaphmaaaa goo and ahsssssah Oo, asss …” I think I’ve got eyes in the dark. I went off fisting pure juice, I bend the bow bend the body of the man threw wine in hand. And with my little juice phyadanora chirika Mut went out. He was evil spirit, “Inshallah! jade manasera Mut? chowder too late? You bhabijana, utterly different material! compactly as well dp takes you by. continues, the house continues . ” I still hapacchi. I said, “I mutaba. I cepeche Mut.”And he said, “then sat ekhenei. In front of me. I see.” And, wonder, I know the guy sat in front of the kalapare mutate. And stood in front of me. I’m charchar the urine.He said, “bhabijana, .Sing motena damraye up! So stop bhudada can be seen better.”I said to her hips slowly trying to pick up my legs to my Mu swept away! Not necessarily, I stood straight and hands on him fisting charchar hold lips looked chetate Mut. And even jumped in joy and embraced me. His whole body is filled with my urine. I saw the man mutachi sitting in front of me, sitting in my fisting in front of the mouth, I put her in the face a short Mu. He was short on. His mustache and beard, with my mom in the face of fire suck. My urine is over. And I laid my slit kalaparei pakata fisting and cock his akhamba to continue. I then have cudate puradame. I then went off the akhamba cumshot codane fisting wine. He gave me the kalapare kuttira four hatapaye down. Then it hit me that even paw to swat swat pomde ripen. I got katare, “asss …” and two hands on my hips in the tongue into the anal leakage is to lick. When my mom was water tap. Harahara water begins. And my ass, pussy lick lick my fingers klitorisata rock, dalache. I am repeatedly katare.And the hands waist from behind me and gave me the pakata semdhiye Cock and fisting. Then he said, “I do not like dp stop dagi style?” “I like codatei any way. You can relax, right?” “He say? Am cars to ease the magimanusa?” And my mom was gonna say sure. He stroked the key! Going as far as my pulse! I would hakhak kyomt parachi. And if the state and my fisting his chunnati gadama gadama Cock said. I see dark eyes. Thapera her hips up with him so I’m putting in, I’m down with his cock fisting lips. He was thirsty, “Oh, Oh, bah bah … isss assssssss …” Oh, a few more with a cock stroked the face of my pulse pushed. He gritted his teeth as I khanaki woman gave phediye juice. Mutao fell short by the chirika chirika again! I fall on the back of the mouth to my ear, the man stopped with shoves and stroked duekata thirsty thirsty. I do not know, he gets into hot fresh sperm on my pussy. We both pant. I lay down kalapare thebare. The Muslim man to fall on my back. I was little, “this, Listening, Go. No one will see it!” He got up and left. I got up and was lower.Kacate then sit back, nothing had happened. The man sitting next to me taking a bidi. Birita at me with two increases. I give back to the comfort of the two. When washing clothes, washing him with my match, I mean “your clothes are wet all the day, I do spoil this. You go home, sit up.” effortlessly Punjabi man, naked to open lower, our house was gone. I am without her clothes with soap, wearing my blouse, lower kacate dhuki bathroom. When the match went into the bathroom to wash involved taoyala see my husband lying on the bed in the bidi attracts a lungi. I read a lungi, the scarf hug her blouse to go with the tea. The tea taste and pulled me to the bed. Suck my tits sucking my lower legs to pull off a tear for him. So begins my juice.And have to lick my pussy. I pushed her into the lift took gudata, and out of the jungle darigomphera khanaki my pussy licked and licked his Scratchy jibhata phyada is over. I could talk for cock juice off his face, and I am gutted. Stroked my face and my hair is up. I’ve waited so long his penis throat, my breath coming. I’m still going to suck. I am am thirsty man thirsty and hot material poured into the carata carata said. Muslims make up the semen that I kyomt kyomt. Taking deep deep breaths and hold me tight. My lips kiss on the lips is inserted. We take the juice out of them persist in the face of the other, to suck her tongue at me. I saw a couple of minutes later, his cock is steep for the chowder! I laid in bed and on my chest and started cudate. The next one hour, four cargo in and out of my fisting. At lunch a couple of times before we even suck the juice out of the broken walls to give his genitals. I approached a cigarette. We drew together the story. His name is Jamal. And a mason by profession. I took a glass filled with alcohol. The two monkeys give him a little. I like kuttira put on the bed and my gamra cate, gamrera Phutoya vintage short left to continue his akhamba bamrata. I am thirsty comfortably. When we lie down on the bed with her ​​hips to die. Then he took a bath together. I let him read my husband’s trousers Punjabi. he read a white lungi. Manner came back to tie a scarf wrapped over the bra as a cook with it. Jamal sitting before the call went out to eat. And lying on the bed. Seeing me sitting up. His trousers were bulging out in front of the marquee bamrata. I pulled my hand with a smile and brings me to kiss my ass rub the rub. My cunt is the watery juice. And got me to sit in a chair. Bamrata off a rope out of the trousers khemcate. Lower waist with hands folded on his lap I was on the stand with a foot on either side duipa. Bamrata him just below my fisting. I sat quietly in his left shoulder duihata on his Cock. I bamrata his left hand set of the face fisting sat down. He disappeared puc my fisting Cock Jamal. I started thapate hips up.Heavy lifting buttocks thapanora habit I have, but I hampai. I mind my fisting scene Jamal takes a solid ten minutes to the goods! noon and goes to eat. Say, come on.****** fancy night was one of those nights. My husband is not home. One day, in the afternoon, five or six times with an unknown man was codacudi. I am waiting for him at night. sandhyeya wash them. On that day, I’ll double the khanaki was determined. Read benarasi a red sari. Saya bound gold fell below the navel. Blaujata hatakata, open back. Has two stripes on the back and a buckle at the bottom. Deep cuts in front of the throat. Half-cleavage can be seen, the sari sari shoulders heaved.Hair to my shoulders. Dhuki lower kacate bathroom. When the match went into the bathroom to wash involved taoyala see my husband lying on the bed in the bidi attracts a lungi. I read a lungi, the scarf hug her blouse to go with the tea. The tea taste and pulled me to the bed. Suck my tits sucking my lower legs to pull off a tear for him. So begins my juice. And have to lick my pussy. I pushed her into the lift took gudata, and out of the jungle darigomphera khanaki my pussy licked and licked his Scratchy jibhata phyada is over. I could talk for cock juice off his face, and I am gutted. Stroked my face and my hair is up. I’ve waited so long his penis throat, my breath coming. I’m still going to suck. I am am thirsty man thirsty and hot material poured into the carata carata said. Muslims make up the semen that I kyomt kyomt.Taking deep deep breaths and hold me tight. My lips kiss on the lips is inserted. We take the juice out of them persist in the face of the other, to suck her tongue at me.I saw a couple of minutes later, his cock is steep for the chowder! I laid in bed and on my chest and started cudate. The next one hour, four cargo in and out of my fisting.At lunch a couple of times before we even suck the juice out of the broken walls to give his genitals. I approached a cigarette. We drew together the story. His name is Jamal. And a mason by profession. I took a glass filled with alcohol. The two monkeys give him a little. I like kuttira put on the bed and my gamra cate, gamrera Phutoya vintage short left to continue his akhamba bamrata. I am thirsty comfortably. When we lie down on the bed with her ​​hips to die. Then he took a bath together. I let him read my husband’s trousers Punjabi. he read a white lungi. Manner came back to tie a scarf wrapped over the bra as a cook with it. Jamal sitting before the call went out to eat. And lying on the bed. Seeing me sitting up. His trousers were bulging out in front of the marquee bamrata. I pulled my hand with a smile and brings me to kiss my ass rub the rub. My cunt is the watery juice. And got me to sit in a chair.Bamrata off a rope out of the trousers khemcate. Lower waist with hands folded on his lap I was on the stand with a foot on either side duipa. Bamrata him just below my fisting. I sat quietly in his left shoulder duihata on his Cock. I bamrata his left hand set of the face fisting sat down. He disappeared puc my fisting Cock Jamal. I started thapate hips up. Heavy lifting buttocks thapanora habit I have, but I hampai.I mind my fisting scene Jamal takes a solid ten minutes to the goods! noon and goes to eat. Say, come on. ****** fancy night was one of those nights. My husband is not home. One day, in the afternoon, five or six times with an unknown man was codacudi. I am waiting for him at night. sandhyeya wash them. On that day, I’ll double the khanaki was determined. Read benarasi a red sari. Saya bound gold fell below the navel. Blaujata hatakata, open back. Has two stripes on the back and a buckle at the bottom. Deep cuts in front of the throat. Half-cleavage can be seen, the sari sari shoulders heaved. Hair to my shoulders. Dragging to the right side of the ear with a wreath of flowers go to the girders. Deep red lips mekhechi lipistika. A cigarette and drinking whiskey ekapega approached. Table wine bottle, glass, cigarette, matches may be ordered. at seven o’clock the doorbell. I quickly opened the door and saw somebody in the face with a drink in the morning with another man. Both trousers were Punjabi. My heart became chyamta. What the hell is this!Jamal said he was alone. And with who? Jamal liability to kiss me on the lips, after entering the hold. Bolate bolate my ass hand and say, “see, aichi by car. This is my thikedara, Osman, brother!” I hurried to greet the veil. Osamanabhai started to rub my tits. The Blues put in my hand with two fingers and hold the stem Manner is pakate cunota. I’m katare, “ummm … What are you doing?” “apanere .Sing hot chowder before taking kairya.”, says Osman fringe pull down my chest open. I fell on my bed, my code Osman. No transgress them, there’s no kiss tumura patapata.Pussy died directly. My mom were washed away the seed of him. I am taking deep breaths. Jamal Osman, and the cudechila me all night. How many times has my fisting their goods, it does not count in the computation. I was filled with vintage soul rest in my mouth and Muslims byatadera dp. In the morning they got up before I took a bath in the bathroom. And lower unto them the puff blouse tea. Jamal tea takes me into his arms. He was unarmed front of the tent. I know what I want. I have to suck it up thatano bamrata lower. Osman was doing his hips into my lungi.Cutters mouth to lick my ass and pussy and my gamra. And when I started to come out of the water. My mouth filled when Jamal hot material, when Osman behind me.For my waist is kuttacoda me. And lay out my fisting material. Jamal’s cock to suck it up again, I will. I cudi dancer on her hips Jamal’s chest. Fisting his wealth wearing lungi and I went down to cook. In the morning went to the coconut-fried eggplant in the dish. My babus sophate sitting in my living room and bath. In front of an open liquor bottle. I would organize the food dish in front of them. Jamal said, “This woman, Master khaoyaye de own hands.” I go over to her face and thick coconut one of the spies and killed my cheeks. Say, “woman, when I feel the need? Babus sitting in front of them, and after you came here?” I soon lungi, let us open blouse. Osman took my hand and said, “Come on, sit down at the table to eat de elevated.” I got up on the table in front of them, we feed them at elevated. They fisting me, is sure to anli pomde. I give them the broken walls of water. They gave me a voracious. Murray left the table, one by one, then both my mom. They went down to bathe my fisting hot material. I got this on the sidelines of the lunch. There was meat in the refrigerator. Let’s redhe. They come to bathe in the bed. Drag me to the bed. I poured a glass of vintage wine drink alcohol. I got drunk on rum consecutive eight pegs. They were low. Chit me and him were thrown into Osman cock in my mouth.And Jamal started cudate me. A little later embraced me, fisting Cock inserted after the palati Jamal lies with me on the chest. Osman spit smeared his cock in my ass ripped the gamre gamre hold me. He then starts thrisama. One person died in pussy and ass man. There is, however, much to my husa. They cudechila katakhana that, I do not remember. Chebar fisting me that they had the goods, do not know. That day I had arranged to go up chalacamara fisting. I just posted my video continuously. At the end of leg pain is my response. There is the perception and fisting. Dp is that they eat, that afternoon I’ll take a stand and lean forward, Jamal pakata stood behind me and gave me fisting bamrata semdhiye. I wonder, have the pussy, so yeah! I stood in the way of his film went to the kitchen to taste his semen fisting. By evening, my passion has been cut. Osman has gone. Jamal has not yet. Lying in my chest and my tits cusache. And again, if I had wanted. ****** my husband looking at me and smiling again. Maybe he thought his son was coming to me in my stomach and vomiting. If you have a child, and my husband and I sure do not have sexual relations with her ​​while I ate the pill properly. This child is not Taposh, the regular code to me. The child Moin, Palash, Mohidul, and not Peter or Raquibul, who I sometimes code rules. The son of my brother, brother-in-law, deora, Mama, mesomasai, kakasbasura, not someone with whom I was meeting regularly.Codaracudira time with them because I think we take the pill or condoms after they took. My head was reeling, nausea barely fails. The decision came at the end of the journey I might spew my husband go without me. I’ll go in the afternoon or tomorrow morning. My husband took away nine times. I lie in bed, I went with him to depart. Vomiting was a little weak body, went to sleep due to weakness. After two hours I woke up. It’s quite breezy body, kicuksana ago that I was sick and did not feel it. I’m going to the bathroom to wash their hands and standing in front of me like lightning unclouded man, Jamal. Nirbidhaya no permission to open the door and went in front of me just does not care. I stood like a corpse stretch. All my heart is dry, do not utter a word in. Hurry up and drink a glass of jijnesa said, “Why are you here, go away. I was home alone, my husband is on the market, has just come out. Please have mercy on me.” Jamal said, “Why do you want to drive me to lie? Your husband is at home in your village. come next week. I could not go because of vomiting, can you this afternoon or tomorrow morning. What I did not say” I realized that the way to meet a man with my husband said. That he entered the room. I do not know what else to say. Nihscupa’m standing. I did not get any of Jamal said, “Today is a great time to be found. Today, all day, all night and then the next morning to be here, I will go out.” This tells me our room with the door closed and fastened. I can not resist them, but no arasta his chest as his affectionate wife was mixed. She reared up on the bed and kissed both my dugale. I do not mind the profit increase, but the scandal did not hesitate to genuinely smile on his face as his wife sat beside her. She is very pleasant to me, put his hand under the armpits and on the blouse fastened my right breast and began slowly to pressure the whole. I turned my head loll on his chest. He left the other breast removed the blouse and scarf over my chest and began to press. I left a purple mark on his paint Untie out thatano dhonata mundite fingers started to tickle. They pulled down my cloak opened lower. I started to suck his chunnati bamrata face. She was more excited me off my blouse on her thigh and suyaye Chit between my dustanera covered his face. With tongues lick him all over the chest, a breast nipple inserts two fingers in the milk of another cosate lagalaami became extremely agitated. Baratake started sucking her down like a madman, and he came up behind me with her ​​hands on my face fisting bottom of the vagina with the fingers of the draw, and sometimes were gharsana. I am the type of sound, and excitement um looked thirsty. Finally, he carried the bundle to me and my dupake suyala at the top of the bed by Chit put a face began to suck my fisting. Jibera tips when fisting vagina lick it, I started to make calling wanting the excitement grow strong hold. skittish to make up once again to lay down his head caught hold of my fisting. Long after my fisting transgress them fits her like a madman through the baratake my vagina with one push deeper into fisting with me on my chest, my own breasts with her ​​hands lie bukake mocarate mocarate were thapate. naramali stroked him a little bit of my dupake two For my mom raised him by hand keci balli Moments after the thapera stroked beat him. A sound came out of my mouth, A to thape. A stroked and stroked and stroked A ten minutes out of my material was in great chowder. He suddenly screaming inside her grow up and shook my fisting cirita cirita left sides of the semen fell on my chest a little bit. At noon we have not got to bed before the swim. We do not know how long ghumalama jarajari naked! Two o’clock in the afternoon I was up. Dhuki lower kacate bathroom. When the match went into the bathroom to wash involved taoyala see my husband lying on the bed in the bidi attracts a lungi. I read a lungi, the scarf hug her blouse to go with the tea. The tea taste and pulled me to the bed. Suck my tits sucking my lower legs to pull off a tear for him. So begins my juice. And have to lick my pussy. I pushed her into the lift took gudata, and out of the jungle darigomphera khanaki my pussy licked and licked his Scratchy jibhata phyada is over. I could talk for cock juice off his face, and I am gutted. Stroked my face and my hair is up. I’ve waited so long his penis throat, my breath coming. I’m still going to suck. I am am thirsty man thirsty and hot material poured into the carata carata said. Muslims make up the semen that I kyomt kyomt. Taking deep deep breaths and hold me tight. My lips kiss on the lips is inserted. We take the juice out of them persist in the face of the other, to suck her tongue at me. I saw a couple of minutes later, his cock is steep for the chowder! I laid in bed and on my chest and started cudate. The next one hour, four cargo in and out of my fisting. At lunch a couple of times before we even suck the juice out of the broken walls to give his genitals. I approached a cigarette. We drew together the story. His name is Jamal. And a mason by profession. I took a glass filled with alcohol. The two monkeys give him a little. I like kuttira put on the bed and my gamra cate, gamrera Phutoya vintage short left to continue his akhamba bamrata. I am thirsty comfortably. When we lie down on the bed with her ​​hips to die. Then he took a bath together. I let him read my husband’s trousers Punjabi. he read a white lungi. Manner came back to tie a scarf wrapped over the bra as a cook with it. Jamal sitting before the call went out to eat. And lying on the bed. Seeing me sitting up. His trousers were bulging out in front of the marquee bamrata. I pulled my hand with a smile and brings me to kiss my ass rub the rub. My cunt is the watery juice. And got me to sit in a chair. Bamrata off a rope out of the trousers khemcate. Lower waist with hands folded on his lap I was on the stand with a foot on either side duipa.Bamrata him just below my fisting. I sat quietly in his left shoulder duihata on his Cock. I bamrata his left hand set of the face fisting sat down. He disappeared puc my fisting Cock Jamal. I started thapate hips up. Heavy lifting buttocks thapanora habit I have, but I hampai. I mind my fisting scene Jamal takes a solid ten minutes to the goods! noon and goes to eat. Say, come on. ****** fancy night was one of those nights. My husband is not home. One day, in the afternoon, five or six times with an unknown man was codacudi. I am waiting for him at night. sandhyeya wash them.On that day, I’ll double the khanaki was determined. Read benarasi a red sari. Saya bound gold fell below the navel. Blaujata hatakata, open back. Has two stripes on the back and a buckle at the bottom. Deep cuts in front of the throat. Half-cleavage can be seen, the sari sari shoulders heaved. Hair to my shoulders. Dragging to the right side of the ear with a wreath of flowers go to the girders. Deep red lips mekhechi lipistika. A cigarette and drinking whiskey ekapega approached. Table wine bottle, glass, cigarette, matches may be ordered. at seven o’clock the doorbell. I quickly opened the door and saw somebody in the face with a drink in the morning with another man. Both trousers were Punjabi. My heart became chyamta. What the hell is this! Jamal said he was alone. And with who? Jamal liability to kiss me on the lips, after entering the hold. Bolate bolate my ass hand and say, “see, aichi by car. This is my thikedara, Osman, brother!” I hurried to greet the veil. Osamanabhai started to rub my tits. The Blues put in my hand with two fingers and hold the stem Manner is pakate cunota. I’m katare, “ummm … What are you doing?” “apanere .Sing hot chowder before taking kairya.”, says Osman fringe pull down my chest open. I fell on my bed, my code Osman. No transgress them, there’s no kiss tumura patapata.Pussy died directly. My mom were washed away the seed of him. I am taking deep breaths. Jamal Osman, and the cudechila me all night. How many times has my fisting their goods, it does not count in the computation. I was filled with vintage soul rest in my mouth and Muslims byatadera dp. In the morning they got up before I took a bath in the bathroom. And lower unto them the puff blouse tea. Jamal tea takes me into his arms. He was unarmed front of the tent. I know what I want. I have to suck it up thatano bamrata lower. Osman was doing his hips into my lungi.Cutters mouth to lick my ass and pussy and my gamra. And when I started to come out of the water. My mouth filled when Jamal hot material, when Osman behind me.For my waist is kuttacoda me. And lay out my fisting material. Jamal’s cock to suck it up again, I will. I cudi dancer on her hips Jamal’s chest. Fisting his wealth wearing lungi and I went down to cook. In the morning went to the coconut-fried eggplant in the dish. My babus sophate sitting in my living room and bath. In front of an open liquor bottle. I would organize the food dish in front of them. Jamal said, “This woman, Master khaoyaye de own hands.” I go over to her face and thick coconut one of the spies and killed my cheeks. Say, “woman, when I feel the need? Babus sitting in front of them, and after you came here?” I soon lungi, let us open blouse. Osman took my hand and said, “Come on, sit down at the table to eat de elevated.” I got up on the table in front of them, we feed them at elevated. They fisting me, is sure to anli pomde. I give them the broken walls of water. They gave me a voracious. Murray left the table, one by one, then both my mom. They went down to bathe my fisting hot material. I got this on the sidelines of the lunch. There was meat in the refrigerator. Let’s redhe. They come to bathe in the bed. Drag me to the bed. I poured a glass of vintage wine drink alcohol. I got drunk on rum consecutive eight pegs. They were low. Chit me and him were thrown into Osman cock in my mouth.And Jamal started cudate me. A little later embraced me, fisting Cock inserted after the palati Jamal lies with me on the chest. Osman spit smeared his cock in my ass ripped the gamre gamre hold me. He then starts thrisama. One person died in pussy and ass man. There is, however, much to my husa. They cudechila katakhana that, I do not remember. Chebar fisting me that they had the goods, do not know. That day I had arranged to go up chalacamara fisting. I just posted my video continuously. At the end of leg pain is my response. There is the perception and fisting. Dp is that they eat, that afternoon I’ll take a stand and lean forward, Jamal pakata stood behind me and gave me fisting bamrata semdhiye. I wonder, have the pussy, so yeah! I stood in the way of his film went to the kitchen to taste his semen fisting. By evening, my passion has been cut. Osman has gone. Jamal has not yet. Lying in my chest and my tits cusache. And again, if I had wanted. ****** my husband looking at me and smiling again. Maybe he thought his son was coming to me in my stomach and vomiting. If you have a child, and my husband and I sure do not have sexual relations with her ​​while I ate the pill properly. This child is not Taposh, the regular code to me. The child Moin, Palash, Mohidul, and not Peter or Raquibul, who I sometimes code rules. The son of my brother, brother-in-law, deora, Mama, mesomasai, kakasbasura, not someone with whom I was meeting regularly.Codaracudira time with them because I think we take the pill or condoms after they took. My head was reeling, nausea barely fails. The decision came at the end of the journey I might spew my husband go without me. I’ll go in the afternoon or tomorrow morning. My husband took away nine times. I lie in bed, I went with him to depart. Vomiting was a little weak body, went to sleep due to weakness. After two hours I woke up. It’s quite breezy body, kicuksana ago that I was sick and did not feel it. I’m going to the bathroom to wash their hands and standing in front of me like lightning unclouded man, Jamal. Nirbidhaya no permission to open the door and went in front of me just does not care. I stood like a corpse stretch. All my heart is dry, do not utter a word in. Hurry up and drink a glass of jijnesa said, “Why are you here, go away. I was home alone, my husband is on the market, has just come out. Please have mercy on me.” Jamal said, “Why do you want to drive me to lie? Your husband is at home in your village. come next week. I could not go because of vomiting, can you this afternoon or tomorrow morning. What I did not say” I realized that the way to meet a man with my husband said. That he entered the room. I do not know what else to say. Nihscupa’m standing. I did not get any of Jamal said, “Today is a great time to be found. Today, all day, all night and then the next morning to be here, I will go out.” This tells me our room with the door closed and fastened. I can not resist them, but no arasta his chest as his affectionate wife was mixed. She reared up on the bed and kissed both my dugale. I do not mind the profit increase, but the scandal did not hesitate to genuinely smile on his face as his wife sat beside her. She is very pleasant to me, put his hand under the armpits and on the blouse fastened my right breast and began slowly to pressure the whole. I turned my head loll on his chest. He left the other breast removed the blouse and scarf over my chest and began to press. I left a purple mark on his paint Untie out thatano dhonata mundite fingers started to tickle. They pulled down my cloak opened lower. I started to suck his chunnati bamrata face. She was more excited me off my blouse on her thigh and suyaye Chit between my dustanera covered his face. With tongues lick him all over the chest, a breast nipple inserts two fingers in the milk of another cosate lagalaami became extremely agitated. Baratake started sucking her down like a madman, and he came up behind me with her ​​hands on my face fisting bottom of the vagina with the fingers of the draw, and sometimes were gharsana. I am the type of sound, and excitement um looked thirsty. Finally, he carried the bundle to me and my dupake suyala at the top of the bed by Chit put a face began to suck my fisting. Jibera tips when fisting vagina lick it, I started to make calling wanting the excitement grow strong hold. skittish to make up once again to lay down his head caught hold of my fisting. Long after my fisting transgress them fits her like a madman through the baratake my vagina with one push deeper into fisting with me on my chest, my own breasts with her ​​hands lie bukake mocarate mocarate were thapate. naramali stroked him a little bit of my dupake two For my mom raised him by hand keci balli Moments after the thapera stroked beat him. A sound came out of my mouth, A to thape. A stroked and stroked and stroked A ten minutes out of my material was in great chowder. He suddenly screaming inside her grow up and shook my fisting cirita cirita left sides of the semen fell on my chest a little bit. At noon we have not got to bed before the swim. We do not know how long ghumalama jarajari naked!

Two o’clock in the afternoon I was up.Thus I’ll be up there to sleep, bathe and embraced me. Said, “Let my control sucking hot, you’ll once again before the swim.” We were already naked, so she was my duranera tickle in his hands fisting continue. I started sucking her over netano baratake. Long after sucking his cock is hard thatiye iron, the six-inch and eight-inch long rod size of a cut. Then he put me on the ground Chit komaratake the two legs of the stool are placed in one end of the thatano barake before the one that fits my fisting fisting me deeper into the network is stroked with him began to suck my milk.I felt like a rod of iron built up in my fisting cusache my milk. And then she started sucking milk while thapanora. Alas, alas, that stroked! Thape to asking my mom to another stool with his older race was deeply ingrained in my fisting. dhukacche dhukacche find out who are two of my golden-eyed barake chip to chip thape and I were having a ‘Uh-oh, uh-ma’ and I was glad digit. More than fifty After sixty thapera phediye dilamasathe body material with a jhankara I cirika cirika mutao the short eagle out of me! Yet he continued to thapiye, as the material can not be out.Moments later, she cried and stroked welcome the break Uh-uh cirita cirita grow my fisting his semen gave up the second time. Then the two of them have a bath. I cooked him a meal drink. Then the two jarajari dibanidraya was buried. I got up at four in the afternoon. But he did not go. carataya I had made ​​for her tea snack. It is not made ​​for him, for me, I made ​​up for it so you have to create. snack and dinner cooking in the kitchen and the room to go there, go there to where she was at the back of my back. When I make tea and hugged me and began to kiss. Sometimes I began to fondle my breasts inserts. I was very scared, my husband come? In the afternoon to go! However, if they do not think that I’m still sick. This is the fear that if they do not feel sick ones genuinely moves you? Jamal is my intense hatred. Why is man, when you consider the location letha yetasata Chuke said, “Listen to this? I affectionately embraced, you’ll have a request, hear?” he said, “the ball.” I said, “Maybe my husband will come in the evening, You have to leave now. But if you ask me, I will come to you. ” And she said, “I do not want to break your family, I want you to give me happiness, happiness as well as for you. But I can do a job, if you I believe that. ” I said, “What do you have to say?” he said, “I will wait until midnight at the gate of the house. Oh, and if that is not your husband if I will return to you. I’m not from the gate to the house naraba Do not give me that. ” I was thinking about was, what he said. I think not consecutive, “Okay, I promise. Oh that my husband does not come back.” “OK,” he went away. I live. But now, at this moment, you can not escape the consequences of that terrible night, there were not saying. I was all ready to be home by. I went to stand in front of the gate. Then he apologized and said, “Forgive me, I was going to go home, I’ll see you another day.” He took an oath and said, “I will show you the video. You will sansarake I messed up. I say goodbye to you, I’m going to . In this he was walking toward the street. ” I’m kinkartabyabimurha, do thekaba him! Putting the fear lest the one who hears our conversation. I called him early. “Hey, Jamal, I will not go, you go up to midnight wait dick. I’m going back home, I went back home to this.” I .Why not working for two days. If you were my husband, we used to get in touch to arrange another way to come out. But I have no alternative. I thought I was coming home to harass. I am the wife of one of the Hindu, Muslim, and he knows. , which will be, waited for midnight. Seeing was eleven o’clock. Twelve coming to my mind as restlessness grew. Do not misunderstand me grief, I do not understand the restlessness. After all, a great codanabaja lakta. Mimyagulo really good code. Twelve is near the warmth of my body seems to think there’s a fear of growing with us. How to do it more at night or if my husband is there. I think the west. Twenty minutes later, my doorbell goes further. I can not open it immediately without opening it. The lightning fell on my head open. Mandy! They are two men, the men of that day! My tongue was cut off.Asking him to explain why the language has lost sight of her. My head is tanatana. I started walking towards the room without saying a word, they came in behind my back. I sighed Osman entered the house, he lay down and went to another room.He’s a man of the extreme weakness of the capital are lying loose in the house, and the other when it comes to its end. Osman hugged me standing on my right armpit and left armpits down into the bottom right hand with his left hand into the palm of my breasts slowly began to grind. There are no doubts in anyone’s body. My naked body is on her nude body gaps. My ass butt is going to kill her thatano grow. I had to turn on his chest. I highly cosate they face a breast, and began to rub each other. I became extremely excited. I started to kiss her cheek, her neck, her lips are my lips and started to suck on. I sucked a little bundle lying in his room Cola took that. I was in bed Chit suyala long way. Jamal Osman is now my breasts and my fisting cosate began to lick his face and began to sew. I’m excited, “Uh-oh, uh, I die, do not fire me, I fisting Let’s grow, coda to me,” he started screaming. I do not know do not know what they were planning, they were sucked and licked sooner. I could not hold my body and mind. I’m moving, I’m screaming bending body painter. I could not bear the pain of my days, Leman Jamal baratake my fisting vagina is a little bit of grease was inserted with a push fit. I went to the cool tranquility. Dbitiyajane made ​​her grow into my face, and I started to suck his cock. Both Mia, both the Cock chunnata.And what size! He is full of pussy. Jamal killed so slowly stroked out to me that the semen did not want to spend the whole night. He hit the network, and gently pull out and push thapasa brings thapasa again into the push to bring back gently pulled out. I took the second step in the melody of his thapera’re AAMS. Then, the first step out of my mouth that Jamal said. I removed the covering of the face and started sucking his cock out of the mouth, and my fisting dhukala Osman. Osman thapanora was horrible. Oh, what fun stroked, the thape I was bliss. My mom was waiting for the duration of this thapera. After twenty-five thapera my body was twisted with jhankara and I gave up booze. He’s namesake namesake, hold, hold, my wealth is in your fisting, fisting semen ahahah the screaming stopped me. Fisting me to grow in the Jamal Osman dhukala and stroked me and began to beat faster. Stroked greater something did not die, he was screaming my name was reclining on the bed beside me, fisting semen.

 

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