Phir maine uski nighty utaar di, usne under kuch bhi nahi pehna tha or usne bhi ek-ek karke mere saarey kapde utaar diye usne jaise he mera lund dekha... ek dum se mujhe bed pe lita kar usne mera lund apne muuh mein le liya or zor-2 se mere lund chuusne lagi 15 minute tak apna lund chuswane ke baad main uske muuh mein he jhad gaya, usne mera saara juice pe liya uske baad bhi usne mera lund nahi choda or chus-2 kar Use phir khada kar diya or boli ki please ab ise meri chut mein daal do nahi to. Zane looked down at the bed. What he saw was what he truly craved--a lean, pretty, slightly feminine young man clad in shiny, brilliant white pantyhose, his face buried in the pillows, his luscious long legs spread, his nylon-covered exquisite buns ready and waiting. He let his hand gently pass over Derek's legs, from ankles to upper thighs, barely touching the skin-tight stockings with his fingertips. Derek shivered a bit, suddenly realizing that he really liked the idea of wearing pantyhose. No reason not to just let go." I could see her eyes tracking back and forth as she watched the phone poles go by. She wasn't speaking anymore, though. Adrenaline was burning in my veins like fire. If she had been fully with it and not at least a little under, this conversation already would have sounded weird... so maybe I was a go? "Count them if you like, as they go past... one, two, three, four, five... each one is like a stair, isn't it? Each one you count, each one you go past can take you. I learned to do this when I was edging. It squeezes out more lubrication when I need it. I can feel the rush as fluid travels up my urethra. “Here you go.” Jo almost squeals with delight as more fluid oozes out of me onto her waiting tongue.“Mmmmm. Fresh, salty, essence of Andy – on tap!” We giggle in the darkness and then she gets serious. The head on my cock is fully flared and her lips feel their way over it and engulf it. Her mouth is warm and wet and I moan quietly with pleasure. .