"I'm gonna cum," he moans.I'm not taking my mouth off his cock for even a second so I just moan as best I can with my lips still suctioning his meat. ...MMM-hmmm," I hum, encouraging his orgasm. I was in the middle of one of my own.Bobby responds by helping me. He puts his hands lovingly on either side of my head, gently cupping my cheeks in his big, rough hands, and starts thrusting his hips, doing his best to touch his dick to the bottom of my stomach. I reach around with both hands, grabbing. "Please stop," Nichole's voice trembled as he pushed her back onto the bed, his hands already searching beneath the shapeless dress. She turned her head when he tried to kiss her again, and then she gasped as he started kissing the side of her neck. "Stop me," Jason told her as he rose up to look down at her. "Hurt me. Slap me. Tell me that you hate me, like you did her." Nichole just looked at him with tears in her eyes. "How could you ever love a thing as broken as me?" "Sometimes broken. .kya kahte he..orgasm..Me: Achha, esme kya hota he…(I just taking fun out of her).Priya: mujhe nahi pata (vo sharma jati he)..Me: par tumhari panty to bahut gili ho gaye he.Priya kuchh nahi bol pati. Me uski panty bhi nikal deta hu. Ab vo puri tarah se nangi ho jati he. Me bhi apna shirt aur baniyan nikal deta hu aur pura nanga ho jata hu. Ek bar phir se me use hug karta hu…aur bedroom ki taraf khitcha hu. Vo mera lund pakdati he…aur sath sath aati he…jaise ek dulhan, dulhe ka dupatta pakad kar. Benson’s he’s a cool guy.”“You know Mr. Benson?”“Sure I know him mom. He’s been our neighbor forever.”“I mean are you friends with him?”“Sure. I help him with stuff from time to time and he has showed me some things.”“What kind of stuff did you help him with?”I helped him get that thing off of the roof just yesterday, don’t you remember and I’ve helped him move some stuff to his shed from his garage and he showed me some things he made out of leather and said he would show me how to make.