Or aksar historymain koisexy side nazer aati .yeh meray liya or bhi achi baat thi.phir aik din main gher say nikal ker cafe gaya .yeh main pehlay hi d...kh chuka tha kay woh foran apni seat paker chuki hay.cafe jaker mainnay apni id sign in ki jis say main us ko mail kerta tha.or baat shuro kerdi,shuroo main us nay buhut gussa dikhaya,mager jab main nay yeh kaha kakay ager esi baat thi to tum nay mujh ko block kion nahi kara mail box or hotmail per .to kehnay lagi kay sachi baat to yeh hay kay. I pulled my mouth off his cock, watching the trail of saliva from where we'd tried to get down my throat. I moved over and watched his dick jerk in anticipation as I leant over the coffee table. I spread my legs, looked over my shoulders."Would this work better?" I asked, surprised at how eager I was for his cock in me.I watched Paul kneel on the floor behind me, cock in hand, stroking it slowly."Are you sure Geoff?" he asked. "Shut up and get it inside me before I change my mind," I ordered.. Fearless rats running around my dirty feet and the red wine spills allover the table. Then I have to climb onto the top and dance about, but only to get spanked and slapped all over my legs. My thighs are already glistening from the soldiers sticky sperm, mixed my own excited juices, that I can't possibly hold back anymore in my state of arousal. Allthough I thank Hapi for this unique occasion of first-hand insight into the horrible habits of our men, but I also pray for an end to it - I don't. .yeah I know what you want, you little fuck. Kiss my belt buckle, nice and slow. Lick it. I want to see your tongue on that cold steel...Look at how excited you are. I know what you want. Look into my eyes. I said look at me. I know what little fuckers like you want. You're a bad, bad slut you know that? You must want it really bad. You know what you're here for... you need me to say it out loud, huh...? What you're here for...?You're here to suck my cock.Yeah, don't pretend you don't want to..