8 feet, I don’t know about her stats but her boobs are handy and her butt is as smooth as silk.She is a year bigger than me.We had a relationship fr...m last two years.I used to meet her only when I went to my home for the holidays.It was everything good but a few months back we had a clash and decided to break off.We didn’t talk for weeks and one day I messaged her telling sorry and she first cried and later it went everything good.Now let me tell about my friends, they are intermediate friends. I am only used to my girlfriends cunt and it is smooth so this is a lot different and feels dirty. I am horny and turned on and my cock is ready to explpode. I reach down and start to wank it and it doesn't take long before I am cummming hard on the legs of his trousers. I do not stop sucking him even as I am cumming and I don't know if he has even noticed that I had cum on his clothes and I am sucking him more now and enjoying pleasuring him and he tells me I am doing a good job and that it. Nahi bhai plz asa mat karna. Quain na karoon ya taree age hai in kamo kee? Sorry bahi ainda nahi karoon ga plz ap mom ko mat batana.Land to mara be khara tha maina socha quaina isee ko chodoon, bur to koe miltee nahi, maina kaha theak hai magar aik shrt par, us na bola kon se shart, maina kaha toon eyes band kar ka soja, us na asa he keya, maina us ki shalwar neecha kar dee us na lastic pehna tha, phir us ki gand main fingring karna laga or vo dar gaya or bola bhai kaya kar raha ho to maina. It’s just not for time, any more. I’m no longer concerned with fading memories of birthdays or eroded milestones. I’ve moved up to a bigger game. Where are those friends, who spun around with me? Where did the laughter echo away to? Where’s that God damn airport, even? They don’t exist in this time, unless you consider the burnt out memories of times before now. I suppose somewhere in this world, there’s an airport. A hollow, shelled husk of what I’d refer to as an airport. Maybe my friends.