02-07-2025, 03:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-07-2025, 03:30 PM by damien123456. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
A sneak peek at what's coming next.
The moon shines brightly, casting its gentle light as a cool breeze drifts through the air. The night is calm and pleasant, with the soothing sound of water streaming down its path clearly audible. On the bank, a navy-colored tent stands empty. Just a few feet away from the stream, near the tent's entrance, lies a mat. On the mat, a couple is locked in a passionate kiss, the girl lying beneath the man as he leans over her.
The female is petite, while the man appears to be a strong hunk. He breaks the kiss and hovers over her and his palms are two sides of the women as he balances himself over her the image all seems in a lightly shadowy manner then down between the girl which spread wide as the man's is waiting there for her consent with his raging hard on and his backside his pecks and hip and butt echos his workouts and his dick which appears big and full of vein he takes his right hand to the base of his dick and rubbed the cockhead over her vulva his cockhead is seems to be little bigger then her vulva a slight touch from him on her vulva caused the women to groan.
girl: ooohhhhh........oooohhhhh
Then the guy used his hips to push forward, and somehow, just the tip of his cock split her vagina. He waited for a bit, then pushed again, fully burying his cockhead inside her. The woman groaned again; this time, she couldn't handle the mix of pain and pleasure. She lifted her head off the mat, placing her palms on his shoulders and arms. Her face was close to the left side of the man's neck, and she moaned. This time, her face became clear—it was Puja. The man turned his head toward her and kissed her cheek. It was Ashwin, and he started moving his hips forward again.
puja: ooohhh.....god.......mmmmmhhhhh.....Ashwin......i......love.......
Hey, the village is the next stop! Come on, people, wake up! Don’t blame me later if you miss your stop. The conductor is shouting loudly and banging on the roof of the bus to wake everyone up. Puja stirs, her face somber, with a trickle of saliva running down her chin. For a moment, she is startled and then realizes it was all a dream but the wetness between her legs said it's very real maybe.
The moon shines brightly, casting its gentle light as a cool breeze drifts through the air. The night is calm and pleasant, with the soothing sound of water streaming down its path clearly audible. On the bank, a navy-colored tent stands empty. Just a few feet away from the stream, near the tent's entrance, lies a mat. On the mat, a couple is locked in a passionate kiss, the girl lying beneath the man as he leans over her.
The female is petite, while the man appears to be a strong hunk. He breaks the kiss and hovers over her and his palms are two sides of the women as he balances himself over her the image all seems in a lightly shadowy manner then down between the girl which spread wide as the man's is waiting there for her consent with his raging hard on and his backside his pecks and hip and butt echos his workouts and his dick which appears big and full of vein he takes his right hand to the base of his dick and rubbed the cockhead over her vulva his cockhead is seems to be little bigger then her vulva a slight touch from him on her vulva caused the women to groan.
girl: ooohhhhh........oooohhhhh
Then the guy used his hips to push forward, and somehow, just the tip of his cock split her vagina. He waited for a bit, then pushed again, fully burying his cockhead inside her. The woman groaned again; this time, she couldn't handle the mix of pain and pleasure. She lifted her head off the mat, placing her palms on his shoulders and arms. Her face was close to the left side of the man's neck, and she moaned. This time, her face became clear—it was Puja. The man turned his head toward her and kissed her cheek. It was Ashwin, and he started moving his hips forward again.
puja: ooohhh.....god.......mmmmmhhhhh.....Ashwin......i......love.......
Hey, the village is the next stop! Come on, people, wake up! Don’t blame me later if you miss your stop. The conductor is shouting loudly and banging on the roof of the bus to wake everyone up. Puja stirs, her face somber, with a trickle of saliva running down her chin. For a moment, she is startled and then realizes it was all a dream but the wetness between her legs said it's very real maybe.
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