Maine jhat se chuchi pakad li aur dabane laha aur wo shiskari lene lagi.Phir maine jaldi se uska kurta utar diya. Ab wo bra me mere samne thi.Usko tho...i sharam aa raha tha to usne apni ankh band kar li par maine usko apne uper keencha aur uska bra khol diya.Uski badi badi chuchiyan mere samne thi, mast gol gol aur chhote se nipple.Maine jaise hi uske nipple ko muh me liya wo tadap gayi aur boli please chuso.Main jitna chahe daba lo chusne se mujhe gud-gudi hoti hai aur main apna control kho. I know that it may well pay off in the long run, but fuck! Start eating me out at my pace.Not long after I am becoming frustrated by the delay though, he escalates again, and starts doing just as I had been hoping only moments before. Once his tongue makes contact with my clit he stops fucking around. He isn’t teasing anymore, and he doesn’t take it away immediately. He presses on the tip of it with tip of his tongue, then he circles it. Circle, flick, lick. It’s very swollen. Hard,. "He is acting as if he were born a horse," I commented to the infinity living inside the body of what was my friend."He is a horse, not just bodily, but mentally. His mind holds a meager power of realization and knows little about his destiny. He saw the horse embodiment from a sexual fetish for delighting with sexual connotations, although a gelding, when he scents a mare, or mare urine, he will try to mount a mare.Whether a gelding or stallion, a mind held in a curse, after having mated with. Six foot one inches tall and wearing a biker t-shirt and sweats. He stood long enough to let me finish my stare and then he sat beside me. “Been here long?” “Not too long.” I said. “Wanna fuck around?” He furthered and stared over me. “Sure. What you wanna do?” I told him. “I wanna fuck some face.” He stated as he continued to stare over mine. “What do you wanna do?” “Handle all the face fucking you can give.” I said and then we stood and walked into the cornfield. Again, to a clear.