Sofia jab se meri secretary bani thi, usi din se mujhe ek hi armaan tha, ki saali ki chudai karni hai kisi bhi kimat par. Bahut hi mast or karara maal thi wo. Uske papa Embassy me the or kai saal se India me hi the. Us ne India me bhi padai ki thi or ab yahan par job bhi kar rahi thi. Wo log India me hi settle hona chahte the. Mujhe Sofia ka figure bahut pasand tha. Wo middi type kapade pahanti thi or wo ekdam tight hote the. Uske boobs ka ubhar mast chamakta tha or uski gaand ki golayi bhi. Us se niche uski chikni jaanghe dekh kar mera man machalne lagta tha.
Meri to jaan hi nikalne wali thi, kyuki meri himmat nahi ho rahi uske saath kuch karne ki ya kuch kahne ki. Lekin, office ke party me usne or maine dono ne itni jyada pi li, ki hum dono jab ek baar dance floor par chad gaye, to utarne ka naam hi nahi liya. Wo mere dance ki fan ho gayi. Wo boli – mast dance karte hai. Phir hum dono meri car me uske ghar chale gaye. Esa laga, ki bas baat ban sakti hai. Hua bhi ese hi. Phir usne mujhe coffee ke liye bulaya or phir to masti me maine puri raat us videshi ladki apna lund chuswaya or masti me uski chut ki chudai ka maja liya…
