His muscular calves and strong back were all the credentials Nick needed to prove to Susan that he was right for her.Inside the van he pointed out tha... his x-old lady had made the curtains, that he'd stuffed and sewn the leather pillows himself, that he'd had to rip off the sleeping bag from a friend who never paid him back the money once loaned. "It's wild," said Susan. "I just adore it." She smiled and pressed her chest close to the surfer. "Do you adore me Nick?"He took her in his arms and. .I asked..”aaj koi nayi film laye ho kya..”. He said “..nai dear..ye meri aur meri ek colleague Priya ki chudai ki cd hai..”seeing that video..I again got wet and his lund also tightened…Then he laid upon me and pushed his tool inside my organ and started fucking me but after some time he said..”pata nai dear but mujhe maza ni aa raha hai…teri gaand chodne ka bada man kar raha hai aaj..”.I was shocked and said..”pagal ho kya..bahut dukhega..”he–nai dukhega me tujhe hurt thodi na karungai–nai. His shaft slid down my throat. I felt like such a whore as my lips pressed into his bush. His cock was so deep in me.“Fuck!” Clint groaned, his face twisting.His cock pulsed. I breathed in his salty musk, his pubic hair tickling my nose and lips while his cum pumped directly into my belly. The jizz warmed through my depths. I shuddered, my asshole clenching about Lee's probing tongue as Clint used me as a cum-bucket, a hole to pump his spunk into.As nothing more than the whore I was.My orgasm. . I chugged the beer in the parking lot for a little bit of liquid courage and we headed inside. As we walked inside we went to the front counter, my husband asked for a box of condoms and to pay admission into the back rooms. This place has a few sex toys but mainly is just about the glory hole booths and sex theaters with couches. The front desk clerk, skinny and very polite, told my husband that he was out of boxes of condoms and only had the jar with singles. So my husband reluctantly.