I switched it off and put it aside.Now I guessed the category of this courier. I did not show but I was excited to see what was in other packages. Now...the second package, it was a little babydoll style frock or dress made up of netted material with a T back G string. I was looking at Nikhil with confusion.“Do you believe I can fit in it, don’t you think you should buy two or three sizes bigger,” I asked him with confusion.“Its free size,” he replied flat.Now the third package. It had a thighs. He looked a bit nerdy. He was dressed in a tux and bow tie. He seemed to be at some party. I could not stop thinking about his huge cock.Me: You look nice. I will send you onenow.I then pressed send. I was not sure if he would still be interested. After a few minutes he replied. I was agonising waiting for his reply.Infidel: You are stunning. I love that outfit. You look amazing. I dream of being the man to remove your clothes to see the real you.With every word he was winning my heart and my. "I want you to stuff all of that fat cock into my pussy," exclaimed Jasmine.I proceeded to pull on her hair while her vagina began taking my penis. I could count as every inch became engulfed... four, five, six, seven, eight, and then all nine inches, as her ass and my hips collided. We moved in synchronization, and the thrusts grew harder as time elapsed."Ryan," said Jasmine. "I want you to fuck me in the ass."Under normal circumstances I would never fuck a girl in the ass, but I could tell. She was married and her husband worked nights, spent his paycheck on beer and lottery tickets and sexually pretty much ignored her. She said that he never, ever in all their years together went down on her and she said she could probably count on one hand how many times he brought her to orgasm. She never had another man except she admitted giving some guy a blow job one night after her college classes in his car. Talk about teenage action! Her complaints were that she would blow her husband,.