.Yeh sab chod aur mujhe blowjob de…Mujhe bhi jhadna hai tere muh me…..Usne kaha..”main jab bolu tab yeh plate me se ye pura thuk aur spern chat ...ena aur muh me hi rakhna….” main bhi khus ho gaya aur haan bol diya……Dosto aaj humne sab hade paar kar di thi….Phir usne mera loda chusna chalu kar diya……..Kyunki main pehle se hi kaafi uttejit tha apni chudai ki wajah se..Isliye thodi der main main jhaad gaya uske muuh me….”aaahhhh…Main gaya Jolly tere muh me……Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh”Meri bhi itni. ..." Linda's orgasm was long and hard. She dropped both hands tomy waist and gripped me almost painfully. Her body shuddered andthrust back against William's pumping cock, clinging to it, tryingto engulf it, to open herself totally and to give up every inch ofthe depth she had to offer, to pull his penis up into the core ofher belly. Breathing heavily, her body slick with sweat and jerking withpost-orgasmic shivers, I held her head in my hands. My cock,engorged with blood and. She was asking me about my studies and wanted me take good rest so that I will be fresh to go out with my aunt in the evening. I told my aunt that I am going to sleep and asked her to wake me up after two hours. After some time I was feeling that somebody was playing with my cock. It started off slowly with rubbing my cock and my balls. My cock grew harder and harder and was oozing out the pre-cum. I was getting too hot to shoot my load and I woke up all of sudden I saw my aunt; she was sitting. Cramps. Bringing you some Thai. Eating soup together on the futon while watching a documentary. And you burped too, a really good, loud one. Served us right for eating on the futon and not sitting up properly at the table – you took in too much air while eating. Keeping it real, you said. I agree. But that is so not ordinary. Not after two weeks. No, it wasn’t the keeping it real part. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that”.