What had once been a bland part of the suburbs had been bulldozed and a number of temporary buildings had been erected. Several fairly small lines, a...parently age and gender segregated, were forming before the various buildings. Komal found the appropriate lie and waited.As she got closer, she saw that the windowless building had a metal front door; they were letting people in one by one. Ominous, but functional and simple -- much like what the CAE was known for. When she got to the front. I knew she was trying not to make a sound but little whimpers escaped her lips as I continued to stroke her wet, smooth pussy. She began kissing my neck and her lips felt so warm, so wet, just driving me wild. Her hand left my now bursting cock. She was stroking my balls, making me moan. She ran her fingers under my balls to my special spot. The place she loves to touch me, the place that makes her pussy flood. Her finger touched my spot and I moaned into her ear. She looked at me and smiled.. There was no biting or pinching, just pure pleasure jolting through his penis and into his brain. It didn’t take long at all for him to feel the cum rising in his balls, and he told her quickly that he was about to cum. She raised her dark blue eyes to his and smiled mischievously. Suddenly her smooth hands clamped down on the base of his penis, blocking any of his teenage cum from spurting out. He gasped in shock at the feeling. It was as if he had prepared a steak dinner for hours, and then. I pulled her all the way down again and held her there. I could feel the tip of my prick rubbing inside her throat. She made little gurgling sounds but didn’t resist. The sounds made the head of my cocking tingle. I slid her head up a few inches, then pulled it back down, and began bobbing her head for her. I was moving her head at a modest but steady pace. I was looking down, watching. Her eyes were closed, she looked peaceful. I watched her lips, I never noticed how luscious they were before..