It was night journey and she was sitting next to me. When bus was moving, it was dark slowly she pulled my hand on her boobs, it was my first time so ... got shocked and body was shivering. Whole night I was just pressing her boobs and she was just touching my cock over jeans. Morning v exchanges our contact numbers then our story begins. We were chatting she called to her home at vijaya nagar, Bangalore.When I reached her home, their she was very happy to see me. she came near to me and gave. Breaking the kiss, he looked at her intently, “Oh yes, I think you are very ready. On your knees, slut.”Michelle was surprised by the word slut, but she obediently dropped to her knees and looked up at Chris and then across at Richard.Chris undid his belt and pulled it theatrically from the belt loops folding it in two he smacked it against the palm of his hand.Michelle’s eyes opened widely as she looked at the belt.“Don’t worry, I won’t use the belt if you suck our cocks like a proper little. But I missed them. I missed them very much! I missed the feel of their young, hard cocks in my mouth; of my lips around the flaring ring of their glans; of the satiny smoothness of their buttocks; their thighs; their flat bellies---but most of all, I missed the emotional intensity of our encounters, and their load of warm, fresh, YOUNG cum, as it spurted into my eager, and waiting mouth; so that I could internalize that part of them after they had left! I began to think of my mouth as a kind of. There were not any available women for men to fuck. All the women were older or happily married. Sexless men were starving for pussy. They couldn’t seem to connect with any at a bar or online. I went to this town and rented a cabin by the water. I put the word out the Pussy Café had come to their town. It is a very small town with less than 100,000 inhabitants. I learned the men were so excited they also alerted the men from neighboring towns. That week, my café served sexless men from four.