Her laughter is the glue that holds my life together. Everything I do is for her. I only want to make her happy. I tell her I want to show her somethi...g. She asks me what. Her naiveté makes me harder still. I take her small hand and press it to my crotch. I show her the dark, wet dots stippling my grey boxers. I tell her that this is what she does to me. She grins and says I’m always hard. I tell her no, that I am always hard for her. Waterfuck… I keep her hand in mine and lead her into the. G1: kuttiya aaja lele isse apne muah mein chatpehle [ I obeyed him tasted his salty lund]I was big to completely some In my mouth…he was moaning hard and I was afraid some will come.Mona: give it to me now [I could not wait anymore I was wet like hell]He grabbed me and turned me around “ meine kaha tha na teri gand mast hai”His lund just slided in with ease and all the way in I cummed the very moment. He kept on fucking me for 10 minutes and then I knew he was unload and he cummed on my ass I. .possibly 4 or 5 fast jabs per second..for periods of about 20 seconds..it's these jabbing strokes that make me cum ..even though my tiny pointless cock us far from hard I still spurt cum up into the air a little then back over my cock ..with my free hand I push it all over my balls and into and around my already wet and sloppy cunt.. So that was a very satisfying solo time in the cubicle..however last Wednesday. .my first visit to this particular cottage was far from a solo event..in fact I. Then, after kissing her shoulders hard enough to mark her, he ran his tongue, pressing down hard, slowly down her spine. When Mark did not stop at her crack, Sue squeezed her sexily twitching buttocks feverishly together. And to every swipe of his wicked tongue through her twitching crevice, Sue responded by moaning, “No, Mark! No!” But it began to sound less and less like a protest.Sue’s ass, with every passage of Mark’s teasing tongue, lifted higher. Her thighs spread open to show the.