. Kya batau dosto kya maal lag rahi the wo unki chuchiyan puri round and milk se bhara hua tha.. Phir wo meri taraf dekhi aur kaha kya chahiye jaise y... unke liye normal baat hai magar mera lund tho puri thar se hard ho gaya aur mom v ye dekh rahi the. Main tho puri raat nahe so paya. Raat bhar unhe chodne ka plan banane laga..agle din subha jab wo meri room m aaye tho Maine janbuj ke apna lund khada kar ke rakha tha.. Mom room m aate hi mere lund ko dekhi aur phir mujhe uttaya.. Beta college. “Drinks and accounts” type of thing. It wasn’t always that way, but when it started it put a strain on our relationship. Yet, we made do. He got me a lovely waterproof vibrator, and I used it diligently. At first it was phone sex in strange hotel rooms every night, and after a while when our timelines didn’t match it was me sending him snapchats of myself masturbating in the shower.For a time, he was always the centre of my fantasies. But, as we began to drift in both time-zones and schedules I. "Look. I don't know who you are, but..." A shame really," he ignored her protests. "A pretty girl like you? Smart as hell. Ambitious ... You didn't even get the prick, but here you are." Prick?" Sofia's cheeks reddened and she wondered why she hadn't slapped the guy yet, or at least walked away."Your finger," Paul said, smiling as if the girl should have known what he was talking about. "Oh! You thought I meant ... No! But you could probably use a good prick about now, huh?" Stop!" Sofia really. Two simple words. Spoken clearly and with authority as an instruction, but carrying underlying layers of tension, lust and need. “Don’t stop”. I resume my strokes. Long and firm. Squeezing and gripping. I stare into her eyes, now dark with longing. Her mouth is open and she is gasping for each breath, sucking in irregular gulps of air, her wrist a blur. And suddenly, I notice, so is mine. My embarrassment has quickly given way to extreme and urgent arousal. Back and forth, SO hard. She is.