This wasn't about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed a****listic sex. On the drive back h...me I realized that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first,. It’s during my engineering 3rd year. One of my friend is very fond of sex he goes to a bitch once every week and he used to tell me about the bitches how they looked so after listening those stories I used to masturbate thinking that I am fucking those bitches so during one of my vacations I decided to fuck a bitch luckily I won a bet and earned 2000/-.so the sexual intentions aroused in me so I decided and asked my friend to arrange one bitch for me whose age is around 25-30.i don’t like. I told him, “Yes Tom, she’s on our side. She won’t report anything you tell her not to. In return, I would like to make sure she gets the ‘scoop’ every time we get the chance to give it to her.”Tom’s eyebrows raised, “You mean you would write a story, just the way we wanted if we asked you to?”Sarah smiled, “Yes sir, like Charlie said, I’m on your side. I’d just like to get the inside track on stories in return.”Tom was silent for a minute. “That may be the way we can lessen the danger on. I did so gladly, and even though his cock barely got hard and his load, while large, slowly leaked out instead of spraying or pumping, I enjoyed servicing my first old cock.He then sucked me off, enjoying my thick and throbbing penis taste and my healthy stock of cum filling his throat.Norman was hard to satisfy. The sissy old man wanted to be fucked from behind. I put a condom on and gave it to him, yanking the condom off at the last second to cover his back in jizz.I can't forget Phil. He.