“My cock is kissing your uterus,” he said and starting kissing me. As I felt my mouth and pussy being penetrated by him, I started orgasming const...ntly.He gave me kisses for almost an hour! It was so addictive. My pussy was molding around his cock. My mind had gone to mush and I lost all inhibition. My moans became soft and my eyes were in a daze of constant electrifying pleasure.“Looks like you’re getting used to my cock. You are my personal cock sleeve.” Raj uncle whispered in my ear while he. She always slowed her pace down & made sure she took a breath full of that gorgeous musky smell whenever she passed the locker room. There were times when she would pass the locker room area a few times before getting into the class. She was the only 10th grader with whom Smita, a gorgeous 11th grader had somehow made efforts to be friends with. She didn’t know why but Naina loved the attention she got from her senior. Especially since Smita was a hottie & very sort after by each & every male. Sometimes she got some really good ideas from the fantastical stories posted by the amateur authors. Today, on one of the forums, one of the frequent posters was talking about a national writing contest. The goal was to write a 50,000-word novel in a month. It sounded like the sort of challenge Cyn was looking for. “I should write a book about sex. ‘The hooker’s guide to keeping your man happy… so he won’t come to me’. It has a nice ring to it.” She spoke aloud, unconcerned at the thought of. I had a morning glory and was stroking myself. In my half sleep I’d pulled my boxer shorts over my arse so I could play with my cock. Then suddenly I became aware of Johann sitting on my bed. He was looking at me. He was in his underpants and a t-shirt. “Morning,” he said. “What shall we do for my last two days?” I was quite surprised at the thought that came onto my head. My cock got harder. I could see the outline of his cock in his pants. It wasn’t limp, but it wasn’t hard but it was big.