In my right hand, a tiny pocket rocket finds that mark more often, and just a few seconds of stimulation at this point has you again at the edge. A fe... seconds more, we both know, would push you over. Not yet, mon cher. I find I can tuck the rocket inside of you, and maneuver it with my tongue, the sensations not quite enough to bring your release, but the tiny vibrations still managing to spread and tease and stimulate your now neglected and yearning clit. I listen to your ragged breath, hear. Thup thup thup…Fach.Fach.Fach…..Uski choot ka ras bh kr uski jaanghon pr aa gya.Fir thodi der m hi wo jhud kr psr gyi mera lund hawa m hi dhakke deta rh gya.M ne use sidha kr bed ki kinour pr le liya or khade ho kr lund daal diya. Shital-haiiiii..Jaan nikale manoge kya thodi saans to lene do choot ko agli baar k liye bhi chhod do. .M ne use kiss kiya kafi der tk hm ek dusre k hont or jeebh chuste rhe fir m uske bobe dabate hue sidha ho kr lund pailne lga.Mein-meri jaan choot s bhi kbhi koi lund. S was Ashley’s math teacher. He was known for his strictness when it came to students being tardy, and she could only imagine how angry he would be with her. Standing at an impressive 6’3, Mr. S was in his late-30s. With a commanding presence and a ruthless passion for math, he was also Ashley’s least favourite teacher in the whole school.Ashley quickly rushed into the classroom and took her seat. Mr. S was writing an equation on the board. As he turned around, Ashley braced herself.“Hello. I watched in silent amazement..After about forty five seconds, he was half-way erect, poking straight out, about six inches in length. “How are you doing that?” my voice cracked slightly in obvious excitement and amazement.“I am thinking about you. I am thinking about touching you last night. I am thinking about what you did for me last night. I am thinking about how much I want you, need you... and I am thinking about what I am going to do to you tonight.”I was awe struck. I stared at his.