Mujhe jee bhar kar chodte hai. Main bhi khub jharti hun. Who bhi apne lund ka pani meri pyasi chut main chodte hai lekin who hamesha ek hi pose main c...odte hai. Unhe oral love bhi achha nahin lagta jabki mera apni chut chatwane ka bahut man karta hai. Mere pati ka lund average hai. Mene apne pati ke lund ke alawa kisi aur ka lund nahin dekha siwaye blue film ke. Jab main kisi picture main mota lamba lund dekhti hun to meri chut main aag lag jati hai. Aur dil karta hai, kaash koi mota lamba lund. Her hot and experienced tongue was killing me with pleasure. I caught hold of her head, and was trying to hold myself back because she was blowing me too good. Then after some time I stopped her, and raised her to her feet. Then I lifted her right leg, positioned my clock on her pleasure hole, and gave a thrust. We both took sharp breaths, and then moans of pleasure came out of our mouths. I started fucking her. We both were looking in to each other’s eyes. This thing aroused us both more and. Releasing my swollen breast from their red lace bondage, he massaged my pierced nipples between his thumb and fore finger, teasing them to erection. Placing one leg between mine, he guided his other hand, so slowly toward my mound. His hand began moving on its downward journey, grazing my breasts and stroking my flesh, all the way to its final destination. My body was burning with desire. The need to have him inside me was now uncontrollable. I wanted his cock and I wanted it now. As his hand. She despised this kid, but she was so achingly horny that any male touch was welcome. It had been ten years since a man had made love to her and she was starved for it. All those years she'd bottled up her feelings and denied that she needed sex. Now those stored-up needs were being released by the medicine she was taking, flooding out like water from a broken dam. No way could she control those feelings.But at least she wouldn't let Les know the effect he was having on her. His ego was big.