.."Der Dritte salutierte. Auch er trug Uniform. "Ja, Gruppenf?hrer, so soll es sein. Ich werde mich also weisungsgem?? in Dora ?berrollen lassen und h...ffe dann mal, dass die Roten ihre eigenen Laboratorien nicht zu weit im kalten Sibierien betreiben... Es soll nicht nett sein da oben... Aber was solls."Die drei umarmten sich, eine eigenartige Geste f?r sie, die sie sich pers?nlich nie nahe gekommen waren. Dann bestiegen die beiden M?nner, die sich dem Feind stellen wollten, einen. Samjhate waqt woh mere itne paas baithi thi ki woh jab meri taraf mudti toh unke bable mere haath ko chhute the aur mera lund khada hone laga.Unhe ab khaana banana tha toh unhone mujhe upar se masale ka dabba nikalne ko bulaya. Unhone kaha ki dabba woh nikal degi bas mujhe stool pakadna hai aur main stool pakadkar khada hua. main thoda nazdeek khada tha taki jab woh upar chade aur thoda juke tab unki gaand mere muh se touch ho aur aisa hi hua par woh thoda zor se lagi, mujhe toh maza aa gaya. I couldn't wait! The truth is that I play with myself pretty much every day. Sometimes more than once. But I never have privacy. Usually I get off a quick one in the shower in the morning, or when I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get so horny that I diddle my cunt in the bathroom at school between classes, or even in the changing rooms at work if I'm really desperate.But I'm rarely totally alone. Which for one thing means, I rarely get to use toys. Not only do I not own any of my own, but a. Pleasure slammed through me. A dizzy passion rippled around me. I swayed, holding onto Ayishah’s hips as such delights melted my mind.Her hungry pussy ached to be bred. She worked out every drop of me while my body rejoiced. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs. My own cunt convulsed, sending waves of rapture lapping into my mind, mixing with the bliss firing from my dick.“Oh, yes, Ayishah, you’re just our little slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, you’re going to be such a naughty lover.” My eyes flicked.