. and language of communication it is require only action.. only hard and focused action ..i was also feeling that I also coming to come in side her p...ssy..then I discharge my all load cum in her pussy.. I stopped after 2-3 minute..it was great relief and feeling to discharge all sperm in her pussy . she was also happy she was talking nothing but holding me tightly and we were laying in same position.. both we were r warm.. like 106 degree tempt.. par yeh to fucking ka bhukhar tha.. both we. Layla was a cute, petite girl with short brown hair, a nice figure, small-but-pert tits and a cute bubbly smile. The week before our college classes started, Jeff wanted to visit Layla at her college and have a nice night to get together, drink and party. He asked me if I wanted to go with him. I wasn’t dating anyone at the time and he said that Layla’s roommate, Amanda, was single. Amanda was about 5’5” with shoulder length curly brunette hair and an awesome pair of tits. I didn’t hesitate to. They all lived in a private gated Nashville neighborhood and rarely locked their front doors plus they had known each other most of their young lives. Hannah was fourteen and he was fifteen, he was a sophomore, she a freshman at Saint U preparatory.Zack kept quiet as she stood before him, her small chest rising as she took a deep breath and then again before she spoke. Her white tennis dress was sleeveless showing off her tan shoulders and toned athletic arms. She had a slim pink smartwatch on. ”She stiffened, and as the gavel fell, strode defiantly out between her guards. Next to me, Madame Gudrith sighed and, when I looked at her, was shaking her head. She glanced at her watch and, as the next prisoner was announced, gestured for me to follow her out of the room.Outside, she said, “It is time for lunch, and I thought you’d probably seen enough, am I correct?”I took a deep breath. “Yes. That seemed ... summary. They didn’t have a chance, did they?”“No. But elsewhere, there would have.