Main nisha k uper chadh kar usko rondne laga.Nisha ab maze lene lagi.Nisha-aaaaahhhh yaaarrr oooohhhh yaaarrrrr…Aaaahhh…Ab maza aane laga hai… A...ahhh…Bahut maza aa raha hai…Meri chut ko..Aaah raj…Chodo meri chut…Chod chod kar randi bana lo uuuueeee maaaaan… Aaahhh… Ooooohhhhh noo…Ohhhh noooo… Uuueeee mmmmaaannn…Oooo yaaar… Hiii meri chut… Aaaauuuuuccchhhhhhh… Aaaauuuucchhh… Uuuunnnhhhh….Hiiiiiii yyyyaaaarrr…Sara loda chut mein…Daal do…Main ab nisha ko chodne laga.Har shot pr wo hilne lagi.Uske. "Give it to me. Shoot a big load of cum in my pussy!" "You want this load in your cunt, baby? You want me to shoot in you the way that guy did? You're a little cum slut, you know that? God, you're a great fuck!" Cum in me, Kris. Now." FUCK! HERE IT COMES!" he yelled as he came, blasting long ropes of semen into Tracy's hot box as she squealed in orgasm, delighted to feel his cum inside her.When Kris finally finished, he pulled out and collapsed beside her."Move in," he panted. "I could use a. ..thing I have ever, ever seen.” He rolled over on to his stomach and jumped up. He saw the smile growing on my face and his smile suddenly vanished. “Zaz, don’t do it, it’s not worth it!” But I was already running, I grabbed him around the waist and went flying of the end of the dock into the cold water. The splash we made as we fell was epic. We resurfaced, laughing and splashing one another. We flipped the canoe back around and tied it quickly to the dock. As we headed towards shallower. I had figured that jeans would work as the perfect under layer to keep my skin from getting wet. The last pair stretched tightly over the sweat pants I had on over my jeans. Even though I'd be hot in sweat pants, I planned they would make a great insulator and would keep the jeans from getting wet. And last pair of socks would be hidden behind the only pants I had that were big enough to put over what I had already had on. It was a neon green pair of jeans that I had worn during the previous.