She wanted to make it happy, she wanted to make him happy."No, I think that's like a lubricant, that's what makes your pussy slick, although the way y...u get wet, I don't think it matters much." he said laying back and just going with the feeling."You know, my mom would kill us if she saw me blowing you on the dining room table." she said continuing to swipe his cock head, smearing his pre cum over his cock, her fist moved easily over his length. She could feel it throbbing and jerking. She. His eyes were gone, replaced with polished orbs of volcanic glass. Black and glimmering, even in the dim light. She dropped the rock and said, ‘What did they do to you? Oh god! Can you even hear me? Can you still hear me? Please tell me you can still hear me.’ She was on the verge of hyperventilating when he nodded and mouthed the words ‘I can hear you’, her breath burst from her lungs and she slumped back against the wall. ‘Why?’ Pointing at his eyes he mouthed ‘Too much’, he pointed to his. Mane use sorry bola wapis aate waqt use koi bat nahi ki bs drive krta raha to wo boli ki yar sorry mujhe aise nahi krna chaihe you are my boy friend itne me hum uske ghar ke near aa gai the usne lujhe ek french kiss ki or chali gai rat ko uski call aii or boli ki yar m sorry m bola its ok koi nahi agar tumko pasnad nahi to m nahi kru ga or mane good night bol kr so gaya next day wo boli ki use koi problem h computer me m uske ghar aa sakta hu kya m bola aata hu m uske ghar gaya to use pucha ki. “Don’t worry, Angel. I intend to make you cum so many times tonight you can’t remember your own name.” Abruptly, he abandoned my nipples and slid one hand lower, teasing around my wet snatch.“Oh my,” he breathed. “You are wet, aren’t you. Tell you what, one last story before I let you cum.”He pushed me away from him slightly, allowing me to put an eye back against the telescope. He kept one hand on my pussy and I could hear him fumbling with his jeans with the other, undoing his belt, his.