Dard hoo raha tha aur maza bhi aaraha tha.. Phir didi ne kahaBhaijan maza aaraha hai…Me: haa meri pyari didi tum bahut acha chusti hoo..Tabhi maine ...eri goliyo ko dekha jo itni gori thi aab ekdam laal hoogai thi.. Didi phir se chusne lagi, main aaahh aahhh didi meri aapa bahut maza aarah hai khete huwe didi ke baalo main haat phira raha tha..Dus minut baad didi ne lund mu main liya.. Mujhe laga mera lund didi ke mu main nahi jayeaga, lakin mere musalman heena didi ne itna bada mu khola ki mera. For a moment I remembered that Tony’s hands should have been touching me that very night instead of my own; could have touched me every night for the next two weeks. His skill with his hands was first class, dextrously bringing me to orgasm many times over the past few months.It would have been so good to feel his touch that night.Picturing his strong hands running over my body, I ran the warm wet cloth down the inside of my thighs until its rough surface touched my outer lips again. I. I started to thrust my hips to meet his strokes. ''Like that boy?'' ''Yessss'' I hissed. I so badly needed the release. I could literally feel my hot cum rushing to shoot out of my teen cock. He stopped stroking, my cock was aching and pulsing hard. Without missing a beat he engulfed my 6 and half inch cock to the base. With his now free hand he reached and pinched my pierced nipple. They were so sensitive, I moaned with lust as this man just used my youthful body to torment and tease me. He. He was all sweaty and I was so much turned on. His golden hair on his white legs was shimmering like diamond due the sweat flowing down his body.I felt I could just lick that sweat and take him in my arms. I had to run for the college after that so both could hardly talk. The same happened for many days and we only had eye contacts. I had my exams coming up so it was nearly impossible to have a night out at his place and he was calm about the idea. He supported me in my every decision and.