Christine wrapped her hand around it and began stroking. She enclosed her mouth around his cock and began sucking and licking."That's right you needy ...hristmas whore, suck Santa's fat dick," he grunted moving his hand to the back of her head to force her down on it harder. Before she knew it he was fucking her face like a hot wet cunt. Slamming his cock in and out until it hit the back of her throat causing her to gag and choke. Saliva was dripping down her face as he fucked her face without. What would you call that?”“Fuck you.”I gather my clothes and head out the door. Later, in the shower, I think about being on my knees in front of Matt's cock. Even after Britt comes home, I can't get it out of my head.I sit with my feet on the table, crunching a granola bar. Britt lounges alongside me in her smelly workout clothes. She leans into the nook of my shoulder.“How'd it go with the neighbor?” she asks.I imagine the hot pain of being fucked up the asshole. I can still taste my ass in. I will set your long stiff nipples alight and then swallow the flames that make your nipples stand up stiff. Like a wild-fire my flaming tongue will flash down the velvety plain of your tummy, dipping into the cool oasis of your navel. Then carried on the hot wind of your breath mommy, my pink flame will trace your thighs and the angled creases inside your hips. My flame will devour the oxygen at the open mouth of your slick and engorged cunt. Oh mommy!. Everything that is flammable within me,. It was the first time he had stared at a girl for so long as well. And as he continued to stare, he could feel like he was being enveloped in soft, fluffy clouds. Ajay was just one among the thousands of Indian boys who were kind of naïve about girls – and women, in general – when it came to talking with them or even being around them partly because he was not exposed to them as such and partly because his had been a conservative upbringing in-spite of living in Bombay (now Mumbai) the capital.