13-05-2019, 03:51 PM
Deepak leaned back and exhaled a long sigh of pleasure. He turned to Archana and, breathing heavily, he wryly commented "That was an awesome way to begin the evening, Mrs. Michael." He then yawned and stretched before adding in a conspiratorial tone: "It doesn't take me long to reload. ... Just give me a few minutes and we can get down to the main event."
Archana was stunned to hear this. She assumed the nightmare was over, but Deepak's libido was apparently prodigious. She gathered up what courage she could find and was about to raise the subject of the photos when Deepak got up from the couch, his deflated member still quite impressive in size. Half dressed, he trotted out of the room calling back to her as he left: "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."
Alone and flustered, Archana was uncertain whether she should retrieve her clothes now or wait for Deepak to come back first. She was just about to get up from the couch when the boy jogged back in, his cock swinging with his stride. He carried a large manilla envelope and he sat down next to her with it on his lap. Archana looked away and blushed, rehearsing what she wanted to say in her head.
"Deepak," she began cautiously, "I wanted to talk to you about the pictures you took."
He chuckled mischievously and said, "Oh, they most definitely are worth talking about. I'm sure you wouldn't want them to find their way into the wrong hands."
Archana was stunned to hear this. She assumed the nightmare was over, but Deepak's libido was apparently prodigious. She gathered up what courage she could find and was about to raise the subject of the photos when Deepak got up from the couch, his deflated member still quite impressive in size. Half dressed, he trotted out of the room calling back to her as he left: "Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."
Alone and flustered, Archana was uncertain whether she should retrieve her clothes now or wait for Deepak to come back first. She was just about to get up from the couch when the boy jogged back in, his cock swinging with his stride. He carried a large manilla envelope and he sat down next to her with it on his lap. Archana looked away and blushed, rehearsing what she wanted to say in her head.
"Deepak," she began cautiously, "I wanted to talk to you about the pictures you took."
He chuckled mischievously and said, "Oh, they most definitely are worth talking about. I'm sure you wouldn't want them to find their way into the wrong hands."
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