Maybe she had enjoyed the kissing. She sat up enough to kiss me again, a quick peck on the lips, and then pushed at me. “Go, I’ll follow you out.�...�I crawled backwards out of the car and stood up. Jordan stood there, smiling at me mischievously. There were a lot of possible reasons for her smile, so I wasn’t going to even attempt to try to figure it out. I was also certain she wouldn’t tell me if I asked. She was teasing, and no amount of pleading, talking, or question asking would change it. The. So I asked, “Just how big is that nice pole?”He said, “Nine inches and about two inches around. Hope you enjoy. I know I will.”Then I thought back to when I saw him the first time after I got pierced. I sucked his cock, but didn’t remember too much about it. I was hurting and I just wanted everything to stop. But now, I wasn’t hurting and I wanted a cock in me. It is something isn’t it? Not too long ago when I first started school here, I had never seen a real cock before. I had seen some. Beena:- Bolo kya baat karni hai?Main:- Baat toh tumhe karni thi, mujhe toh…Beena:- Toh tumhe baat nahi karni. Ok. Toh tumhe kya karna hai?Main apni jagah se utha aur uske paas gaya aur uske baalo mein finger daali. Aur uske back head aur neck region massage karne laga.Main:- Tumhe kuch bolna hai?Beena:- Nahi, kuch nahi.Ab hum dono kiss karna shuru kiya. Uski jabaan main muh ek andar khel rahi thi. Kiss karte karte main uski jabaan bite kar raha tha. Hum dono ki jaban ab muh ke andar hi fighting. We used familiar faces of Hollywood icons and the soothing voices of the news-cycle “bimbos” to lick their enticing lips with promiscuous tongues and describe the absolute satisfaction of a good anal pounding by any stranger with a cock hard enough to force a deep entry into defenseless private channels.The program was so successful that I fell victim to it myself and found myself face down in the pillows more often than not and trying my best not to look over my shoulder at my partner for fear.