The night air is warm but I shiver with the anticipation of what's to come. We walk only for a little way before he turns down a side street and pulls...me with him. He stops in front of an industrial looking brick building. I'm confused. What are we doing here? Maybe I shouldn't trust him like I do. Maybe I'm not safe. I let go of his hand and take a few steps back. As if he senses my trepidation he answers my unspoken question. "I have an apartment above my garage. This is the backdoor,". Phir jab bhi woh milati muskurati or dhire dhire mai aage badhane laga mai usase chedchani karata uske boob ko touch karata. Kunwari ladki ko dhire.dhire treet karana chahiye. 1 mahine mai hum french kiss tak pahunch gaye. Mai usake naam ki muth mar-mar ke thak chuka tha. Mai ab use chodane ka chanch dhundh raha tha. Jab bhi time milata mai usake boob dabata woh bhi muz se chudawana chahati thi.Ek din hum dono ne mil ke plan banaya. Maine use kaha tumhami ghadi{watch} muz se mila lo. Or hum. I bet ya didn't know that did you? I do this to help my people." Pops said beating his chest proudly. "Aw man, fuck you Pops, you don't own shit!" Shaheed said waving his hand at Pops, stepping off the stoop and into the night. Although Pops looked like a poor, elderly man he was actually very wealthy. Despite his frayed tank top, faded slacks, and run over shoes he served as a councilman in Harlem in the 60's. Since he stepped down as councilman, he gave back in other non-visible ways.. She began to scream into the cocks stuffed down her throat, cumming violently, shaking frenetically, rattling the chains like a ghost in a haunted house. The demonstrative nature of her climax caught all three men by surprise and drew them in as well. The cock she was sucking was rudely pulled from her mouth, but her head wasn't turned. Instead she felt the hot shot of semen on her face, from her forehead to her chin. It lasted for a seeming eternity until her head was turned. The same.