She was so wet, wetter than she had been for years. Just as she could feel her orgasm start to form, he stopped and dragged her up. He stood in front ...f her and pulled his costume down. She could not focus, all she could see was his huge uncut dick waiting for her as she bent to take a taste. He grabbed her hair and pushed her towards his cock. So big and wide, so slick, she had never sucked such a big cock before and it thrilled her. He pushed into her mouth and she closed her eyes. His hands. Close to blowing a load, the lad wanking me quickens his jerking movement. It was then he said ‘close’ to the tradie who came closer and lowered his phone to focus purely on my cock and the lads hand wanking it. It happened. 5-6 shots of cum came flying out of my rock hard cock and into the floor. Pulling his fingers out of my arse and letting my cock fall out of his hand, the lad pulled his pants up. The tradie but was still filming my cock which was leaking the last drops of cum into the. She had a 32-26-34 figure.I had made my decision just by looking at her. I started living in their house. It was a duplex house. They had 3 bedrooms on their upper floor. One was Smriti’s bedroom, one was Kriti’s, and one was for guests in which I stayed.They also had a separate entrance to the upper floor. So I could come and go at any time without causing any inconvenience to them. There was literally no disturbance from them either.On the other hand, Smriti’s parents were too strict with her. I could tell that the slippery trail stretched further still—out of sight—and my teeth ground together as I pictured it. I could visualize his perineum, lubricated with my girlfriend’s spit, and her sly, slender finger penetrating him, taking him, making him hers. Faintly, I was sure I could hear a barely perceptible squishing sound, which had to be her saliva coated finger pushing in and out of him. Even more faintly, I was almost certain, I could just about make out the sound of Sigmund Freud.