Beth looked lovingly at the still erect shaft. ‘It will never go to waste as long as I’m around.’ She looked up at me, with those puppy-dog eyes...of hers, which seemed more full of the devil now than I had ever seen. She licked her lips, sensuously. I gulped, anticipating that those thick lips soon be wrapped around my cock. Her gaze went on for several moments. Finally, I lost my patience. ‘Suck me, please,’ I begged. ‘I thought you’d never ask,’ she said with a broad smile, pulling the. "Holy fuck! It looked big in the pics you sent me, but I had no idea. This thing is literally like two of my husband's dicks squeezed together, and then stacked on each other. Your one cock is literally the size of basically four of my husband's. Two squeezed together, and then another two squeezed together and stacked on top. I don't know if I can actually take all that. I might tear or rip." You will take it, slowly, then, once you've adjusted, you'll be begging for it and. I came to Mumbai 9 years ago from a small town in Uttar Pradesh. Well, I lost my virginity at 18 to one my senior cousin who used to stay with us to carry on with his studies at a local college. His name was Shekhar who had not only taught me sex but instilled in me a craze to taste different boys, right from those days when I was in school. And by the end of my high school first time I conceived .but by whom was a great confusion to me it was beyond me whether Shekhar-bhaiya impregnated me or. And this cock was clean. Clean, hard and cut. She loved cut cocks. The ridge where the helmet met the shaft was more defined and felt good when it moved in and out of her mouth. A slight salty taste of pre-cum washed around her mouth. She loved that taste almost as much as a full mouth of cum, the prospect of which made her pussy tingle. As much as she loved sucking cock, especially in broad daylight in the front seat of her car as she was doing now, she desperately wanted to feel that cock.