My gf and another fellow slept off while me and Riya where chit chatting. It was 1am and I said let’s have a drink. We opened our bottles and starte... drinking. I started to get cosy with her and she responded well.In sometime she was quite hot and started talking about sex and everything. Gaining courage I told her if we can make out. I have been interested in you since the time we became friends and I find you extremely hot. She also got into the mood and started flirting. I said I wanted to. .. that... he."I couldn't even end my sentence, my mother had to the ingrate job for me: "Dylan is dead. Honey... I'm so sorry..."Maybe I'd sound like such a hypocrite, but the pain was real.And it was destroying me, from the inside: a dark shadow, swallowing my soul, my inner light."Please, just tell me the day of the funeral, I'll be at home." The fact, honey... The fact is, his parents have informed the town only after the funeral. We didn't have the chance to say him goodbye for the last. They were like two frozen peas - round and solid between my fingers. She gasped and cooed at me, but I was lost in my building climax. It rose slowly but inexorably, until I clenched my teeth and jerked my thighs at her, jetting my warm cum into the cold sea. After a brief afterglow I kissed her again and she pecked back at my lips. "Pull your pants up boy, I'm getting cold." I patted her mound once more, said "No you're not. Still feel hot to me!" - and got rewarded with a face full of cold. “Okay, the warm up’s over, now get down on this dick,” I demanded. She lubed herself up and braced for what was to come. “Hey Lilly, forget about the pain and concentrate on the passion a desire you have for this. I yanked her down and kissed her, then pushed her upright. For several minutes I just let the bitch use her will, determination, and passion to get all my big black dick inside that little candy pink hole. Finally, when I believed she was primed and ready, without warning, a gripped.