He reminded me of a gentle giant, one that had only wanted someone to love him, understand his unique preferences, and in this case, screw him. I told...him he did, and that made him bend down and suck me off. I could feel him sucking on it, but, much to my surprise, I felt no pleasure from it. It was too foreign of a sensation to enact pleasure for me, but I continued to stroke him, wanting him to cum soon. A few minutes of him sucking made my arm tired, so I pulled away to switch over to my. You guys will know why.I have been reading Indian sex stories ever since it came into existence. My favourite categories are Incest and Group and they really turn me on and every day I read at least one story before I go to sleep and if the story is hot and I masturbate.This is my daily routine every day. Now back to my story, During my days running around my girl and proposing her and she used to come to kukatpally theatre called bhramarambha with her family members and sometimes alone with. Suddenly, Billy started kissing her. He pressed his mouth against hers, forcing his salivating tongue into her mouth. Sara twisted around on the barstool. Billy's fingers explored every inch of her pussy, his tongue greedily licking the insides of her mouth. She was so hot, she could hardly take it."Yep. Yeah, she's coming," the bartender said unemotionally.And at the same moment she lost control. Billy's mouth let go of hers as Sara's screams of orgasm filled the bar, her pussy muscles. Then with out a word she moved up and over my body as she mounted me and I felt my shaft sinking deep into her wet and hungery pussy as it squelched and slurped as my knob filled her streching her inner wallsas her juices coated my shaft, lubricating my cock and making it slip even deeper inside her. Then she came to a sudden stop as my cock hit the inner most wall of her cunt and then she whimpered as she flooded me like she had done on her desk.Suddenly she gave out a squeel as my knob.