He lay there leafing through his mum’s catalogue; he was only 13 and never had much money, only the little he had saved from his pocket money, but h... was looking for ideas on what to get for his mums birthday, only a week away. His eyes lingered on the ladies lingerie page, admiring the beautiful models, some were scantily dressed and he could feel himself getting aroused by the pictures of all the bras and panties on the pages as he slowly began to stroke his young hardening cock.On an impulse. I instantly reacted and crushed my body to her back. I moved towards the navel point and my dick was touching. It was hard thinking about her ass. It was just 2 minutes. She took the keys from the pocket and we entered the room. But as I was exerting pressure on her body, we fell into the room.She was beneath me. As we fell we started laughing. While getting up, we forgot about her torn kurti and we tore the kurti into 2 pieces. She was just in bra and jeans in front of me. I was staring at her. The latter was in a worse state than the former, but her behavior was monotonous and movement mechanical. Till now she believed that death here is imminent and if it is supposed to be by exhaustion, then so be it.Zax, in contrast, was a lot better. Not only he was a bodily cultivator, he cultivated to almost the Peak of the Three Stages Of Hyper Physique’s Second Stage, a refinement technique that emphasized treating the body like a bottomless reservoir of dark attribute energy. Even if his. I couldn’t stop rubbing them, touching them, getting so close to her hot, wet, cunt. That massive, massive cunt. lips like their male equivalent would be a 12 incher. Those lips on that tiny, tight little hole… her pink, clear space between that and her tiny asshole, I wanted to lick it. I was rubbing her legs and I got myself hard again, so we fucked in the morning. That was every morning with her. I couldn’t affectionately rub her thighs or back good night or good morning without springing.