Me and didi were sitting together and she told me that we should also go to sleep after changing as it was already too late, I agreed. I changed into ...y kurta pyjama and she changed in to a cotton saree as it was not appropriate to wear gown in front of so many relatives. We were sleeping adjacent to each other in our rajais. After some time Jiju made her a call and told her that he will be staying in the hotel where there was arrangement for drinks and she should go to sleep. I wished her Gud. I smiled, looking down where we were joined."Oh God," she moaned and twisted her head back and forth, stuffing her wrist into her mouth briefly. "Go on, go on," she cried, clawing the air as I held her there, "What are you waiting for?" But I still stood stiffly, proud of myself and my position of control, watching her writhe and beg on my spear. I felt the muscles in her thighs and belly contracting. I still waited as the seconds ticked by and her body continued to spasm."Please," she cried,. I also have a rather small, four-inch dick, and always felt a little self-conscious when girls saw me naked. So, I became addicted to sucking their cunts and tasting and swallowing their vaginal fluids, without having my dick sucked or fucked. I started dating Sarah during our senior year in high school, and she also enjoyed having me eat her out. She didn’t let me fuck her until our sophomore year in college. Sarah married me, despite my little dick, mainly because I always satisfied her with. I want everyone to hear me fuck you. You game?” “Definitely.” I leaned over her, forcing her back until she lay on the desk. I unbuttoned her shorts and slid my hand in to cup her mound. No pants, just like I’d thought. She moaned as I began to tease her, my cock hardening in response to the feel of her silky, soft flesh. “Louder,” I said. I rubbed her a little faster and she cried out. “That’s my girl. You’re loving this, aren’t you?” She moaned loudly and grinned at me. I had to have her now..