Then I wrote on her back – ur bitch chachi……till that time I was super hard and she was also on high. I couldn’t control and entered her from ...ack. I held her neck and stretched her back side and when she turned back, I wrote on her forehead – whore. That was last writing on her body and I lost control how many timesI jerked her till I lied on her on my bed. That night I got up in between and fucked her again. Her lipstick was smeared, black writing were also partially smeared. Second round was. ."I understood this request. Phally wasn't his true name. He was in factPhillipp Wetgal, Phill for short. It was the same with my name, too. Myreal name was Jamey. Jamey Stan. My family name had been wished intooblivion only hours before. My father's name was 'Daniel Stan'. With thegender roles swapped, it was now in tradition that the mother's familyname would stick. So I was now Yummy Ngiwim.The 'Yummy' and 'Phally' and 'Stiff' names were the result of a stupidwish from a girl, not even one. Suddenly she felt hungrier than she ever had in her life. Her entire G-I tract was empty! She rolled back and forth on the bed. Hand over hand she pulled. It felt like she was tugging it out, but the sensation was false. It was growing faster than she could pull! Coils of penis shaft accumulated on the bed, but still the thing went deeper!“I can’t wait to tell dear Hilda about this!” Jeanie moaned as she joyfully diddled herself. Susan’s frantic panting moans didn’t drown out the wet. Next will be the thumb, can I handle that too?I begin to feel the fingers hitting spots on me that have never been ventured. Then the entire hand is up in me working me carefully back and forth and I am bucking with it. I am convulsing with orgasmic rush. I feel the pain of being stretched but I want it all and my body is showing the extent of this need with it’s pulse for it. I have never had something so wonderful inside of me. He works it till I pass out. When I regain consciousness he.