I stop breathing. I hear footsteps outside. They sound like bare feet, walking past the door. The only thing I can think about is a picture of him wal...ing by the door naked, bare, with his great big 12-inch cock pointed out at attention.He walks past the door and in the direction of the bathrooms. The sound of footsteps gets lighter and then they go away, but then I hear the sound of a squeaking door. I realize he is checking the bathrooms. I picture him opening the door of the bathroom and. Etnee me us panjabi mard ni wo 4ro plastic ki lund nikal ki us ki samni tabil per rahk deyee are use bola acha me zara jaraha ho tum is ki saht raho are zara jalde fareeg hojana ye kehker wo panjabhi mard room se cahla gaya abe room mi mi are wo panjaban unty thi gayes use panjaban ni mere samnii apni kammeez are salwaer utaree . Us ni under swming castum pahna hoa taha jo pora use ki jisam per taha . Koch bhi nazer nahi atraha taha gayes are use per use ni 7 inch lund wala plastic ka under. Her cleavage was lovely - not flaunted, just subtlely noticeable."They're so tight, I'll have to be careful putting them on and taking them off," I said.She allowed herself a slight, upturned grin on the left side of her mouth as her eyes rolled up to meet mine. My voice was quivering slightly as I spoke. I felt clumsy. My breathing was shallow with anticipation. My heart was beating fast.She stepped out of the room. My cock was hard now.I slipped on the jeans; they were tighter than all the. I started whispering in his ear, telling him how good it felt to have him inside me, how big he felt, how sexy he was. I pushed up into him, begging him to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. Suddenly I felt his control break and he just started pounding into me. Pushing up away from me a little, he let go of my hands and flipped us so I was on top. I started to rise up to ride him, but he wouldn’t let me. Wrapping his arms tight around my waist and back, he pulled me down tight to his chest as he.