Kar sali. Randi bche jaag jayenge mein chup kar gi par dard bahut ho raha phli bar 7 inch lamba lann andar gaya tha meri chut puri khulgi fir usne kha...ab tere chituur chodunga mtlb ass fucking meine kha ye matt karo marna hai kya mujhe usne mere ass pe thuk diya usme ungli daalne laga achanak lann daal diyaaa itna dard hua kya batau doggystyle mein chodne lagaa mera asss bahut dukh raha tha tabhi meine kha chut meine dalo jann usne lann nikala mein chuppe lagaye fir usne choot chodne laga. He didn’t get five paces before he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain. His hands shot to his groin. He could feel the hardness fighting against the material of his jeans. His cock was so hard it hurt, hurt right up into his belly with a deep pulsing throb. He had never hurt like this before. He had never been this hard before.Fumbling fingers struggled and fought. Victory as the button of his jeans popped open. Swift as XLR8 his jeans and underwear were around his knees. Five inches of. She decided that she would bend him over that table and tie his hands to the front legs, his knees to the rear legs. Then she would whip him and suck him and screw him and enjoy herself with him.She sat on the edge of a king sized bed and she gave him a stern look as she reminded him that he had been told to remove his trousers. He obeyed her and she saw that his cock was not as big as the bulge suggested. Still it was a respectable prong and she began handling it and playing with his big balls. Ann was an Airman Basic, the lowest grade in the AF. She was fresh from Basic training. What we used to call young, dumb, and full of cum. She was new to everything, including, at least I think, sex. Sex to her was a game and she was playing it for all she was worth.Each tech school class was usually made up of mostly the new airmen and a few NCOs who are retraining. For the programmers the opposite was true. It was mostly retrainees with just a few of the new airmen. Ann was in her element..