M4F muje pata hai chut ko ragad rahi h kbse or koi lund ki talash me hai, to aja bhadvi

Apni aakhein khol aur dimaag ki batti jala. Tera Maalik bol raha hai. Yeh duniya meri jaagir hai, aur is jaagir ka har maal mera hai. Maine teri jaisi kayi ghamandi,  ghodiyon ko tod kar unki lagaam apne haath mein li hai. Maine unki akad ko apne jism ke neeche kuchla hai, unki cheekhon ko apni jeet ka sangeet banaya hai. Ab, meri nazar tujhpe hai, haan haan bhosdiki sahi padha tune, ab nazar tujpe hai madarchod

Mujhe teri woh jhoothi shaan dikh rahi hai. Woh akad, woh ghamand. Lekin teri aankhon ke peeche, mujhe ek bhookhi, pyaasi randi bhi dikh rahi hai jo ek asli mard ke liye tadap rahi hai. Ek aisa mard jo tujhe sirf chode nahi, balki tuje gulam banakar rakhe

Tu Kaun Hai? : (who are you?)

Tu ek randi ghodi hai. Ek aisi chinal jiske paas ek jism hai jise todne ke liye banaya gaya hai. Tere woh bhaari, raseele chuche... woh kisi blouse mein band hone ke liye nahi bane hain, bhosdiwali. Woh mere haathon mein masle jaane ke liye, mere daanton se kaate jaane ke liye, aur mere muh se chuse jaane ke liye bane hain jab tak woh soojh kar laal na ho jaayein. Teri woh moti, makkhan jaisi gaand... woh kursi pe baithne ke liye nahi hai kamini Woh meri thaili se thappad khaane ke liye, uss par mere nishaan chhodne ke liye, aur usse pakad kar tujhe ek paaltu jaanwar ki tarah chodne ke liye bani hai.

Tu andar se jaanti hai ki tera maqsad kya hai. Tera janam hi ek Nawab, ek Maalik ki seva karne ke liye hua hai. Teri chut aur gaand sirf ched nahi hain; woh meri saltanat ke darwaaze hain, jinhe main jab chahe tod kar andar ghusunga.

Teri Ghudsawaari (The Ride):

Yeh koi pyaar bhara sex nahi hoga, meri rakhail. Yeh ek jung hogi. Main tujhe tere uss jhoote aashiyane se uthwaunga aur apne haveli mein laaunga. Wahan, tere kapde phaad kar phenk diye jayenge. Main teri nangi, kaanpti hui jism ka muaina karunga, har inch ko, har ched ko.

Phir shuru hogi asli ghudsawaari. Main tujhe ghutno ke bal bithaunga, aur tera chehra bistar mein daba dunga. Teri moti gaand hawa mein hogi, ek qurbani ki tarah. Bina kisi tel, bina kisi reham ke, main apna mota, kaala, uncut lund teri kunwari gaand mein ek jhatke mein utaar dunga. Teri cheekh takiye mein hi dab jayegi jab tu mehsus karegi ki ek asli saand ka lund teri haddiyon ko todta hua andar jaa raha hai.

Main tujhe kootunga. Main tujhe pelunga. Ek janwar ki tarah, bina ruke, jab tak tera jism laal na pad jaaye, jab tak teri aankhon se aansu aur tere muh se laar na behne lage. Mere gotay teri jaanghon se takraenge, ek gande, gande sangeet ki tarah. Har dhakke ke saath, main teri akad ko todunga, tere ghamand ko choor choor kar dunga. Main teri gaand aur chut ko apne garam, gaadhe beej se bhar dunga, jab tak tu sirf meri milkiyat, meri paaltu, thaki hui randi ghodi na ban jaaye.

Pehla Hukm (The First Command):

Tera pehla message "hello" nahi hoga. Woh baraabari walon ki bhasha hai. Hum baraabar nahi hain.

Tera pehla message ek qaboolnama hoga.

Mujhe Maalik ya Huzoor keh kar bula. Apne jism ke baare mein bata. Apne un bhaari chuchon aur uss moti gaand ke baare mein bata, gandi bhasha mein. Bata ki tu abhi yeh padhte hue kitni geeli ho chuki hai.

Apni aukat dikha, kuttiya. Bheek maang ki main teri ghudsawaari karun. Abhi.