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"Fuck me baby, fuck my hot, tight ass. Give it to me hard, good and hard Fuck your dirty girl." Again he chuckled at her, obviously loving her dirty talk. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks, and knew he was watching his cock sliding in and out of her. "How does it look?" she gasped. "Do you like the way I'm stretched around your big dick?" "Oh yeah, you look so fucking hot," he growled. "Your tight hole spread so wide and your ass so red, I'm glad I've already filled you with cum twice tonight otherwise I'd be shooting my load right now," he grunted.

Kam ki bat karle( Shall we start talking about work? " Itni bhi kya jaldi! Hamare pass thanda yaya garam ke lava or bhi bohut kuch hey. ( Why so hurry? I have many other things apart from hot and cold)," Mr Ahuja said playfully and Mr Qureshi raised his one brow in a questioning manner. Mr Ahuja clapped his hands and three beautiful girls entered into the room wearing almost nothing. Looking at their behaviour and seductive looks it is sure that the girls are high profile escorts.

(its my choice what i do " trasnlation) "no its not your choice " i looked stunt towrds him "close your mouth or do you want me to do it for you ." i quickly closed my mouth and he smirked . "before you ask yes i can speak and understand urdu my grand pa told me but i can not talk that fluntely." "oh " i said and sit straight. "so my jan tell me something about you " "what do you wanna know ?" "anything about you ,like what you like , what you do in free time , who are your friends?

Chap 1_______________________________ It is said that Multan features a hot desert climate with extremely hot summers. It was a bright sunny day. There stood a cute girl cladded in black kurti along with white palazzo and white scarf covering her head. Her face crimson red due to the dazzling rays of sun, waiting for the traffic signals to turn red so that she can cross the road.

‘Mujhe Ishq Hai Tere Chune Se Mujhe Ishq Hai Tera Hone Se Tere Hath Mein Apne Hathon Se Tere Sath Kate Din Raaton Se’ (I’m charmed by your touch I adore being yours I enjoy seeing my hand in yours I enjoy spending my nights and days with you.) - Advika Siddharth Singh Khurana ******

"Thanks. Sounds lovely. I'd like to thank him sometime tomorrow." We get back to the hotel room and it's as large and honeymoon-ish as I imagined it to be. The hot tub has champagne waiting for us. There are red roses on the bed and the lights are turned down low. It's nice to be taken cared of. I take my dress off and forget for a moment that Blake is watching me. When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub.

And she responds. God, she responds. Her lips part under mine, timidly at first, then with an ardor that makes me see stars. Her hands, which had remained demurely at her sides, clench on the sleeves of my sweater, clinging to them as to a lifeline. Liquid fire spreads through my veins. I hold her, pressing her against me, feeling every curve of her body fit against mine. She is perfect. She is mine.

-From Sahir's Point Of View- Hotel My Lady (Chennai, India) Time -9.33pm Mostly Crowded! In The Open Mic Audition (Singer singing in Arabic, Translation is in the bracket) Roozi bood aasheqat boodam (There were times that I loved you) As soon as I entered the lavish five-star hotel & stood in front of the door, I noticed how everyone stopped doing whatever they were busy doing and their heads turned at me.

Turvi asked and bite her tongue "You're not dumb to not connect the dots now are you? Maybe you're really dumb and only has a sharp tongue that always throw you in trouble. You have consumed a drug butterfly and that's why you are saying what you're feeling. It's like you're sober yet drunk. "Aaryav said and Turvi widen her eyes in shock (I don't know that this kind of drugs are real or not so don't start bashing me if it's not real) " You fucking bastard how dare you? I will kill you. "Turvi screamed

I step away to give them their moment. “Fatima my angel, the woman I love with all my heart. You are the reason I wake up every morning feeling like the luckiest man alive. You are my joy, my hope, my courage, my strength and most importantly, you own my heart. I love you so much that words can’t describe it. I know the reason why you are not mine is because of Liz, but ‘In Shaa Allah’ we will find her soon, and we will be happy together once and for all. But before that, I would like to ask you, ‘Will you be my wife?’” Udar says with so much sincerity in his voice. Fatima does not say a thing but nods with tears in her eyes, while smiling brightly.