Ab jaise hi dhake marta wo aur jor jor karne boli. Wo 4 bar jhad chuki thi.Bas kamre me aaaahhh oohhhoo marr ggaee.. Aaaahhh ki awaz aa rahi thi. Usko...boobs me chus raha tha aur jor jor se dhake bhi de raha tha. Wo itni pagal ho gae thi ki mujhe kiss kiye hi ja rahi thi. Me agar dhake dena band karta to wo gand upar karke khud chudwati. Mujhe to itna maja aa raha tha ki pucho mat.Ab me jhadne wala tha to wo mujhe chor nae rahi thi, me bahar apna pani nikalne wala tha but wo apne pairo se mere. The main difference being that he was not going to just blast a load into her in the few seconds or so that it normally took for him to reach his orgasm. It also meant that, instead of burrowing into her and getting the usually deep jerky thrusts, his whole length slid in and out of her moist tunnel. It was altogether a much nicer feeling for him.He fucked her for some time, feeling her muscles contracting and sucking him into her womanly depths. She felt quite cool inside to him to start off. They were playing, chatting, talking and smiling, all like good little girls should be.Then I heard a few dishes drop to the ground, and my head turned in the direction of the new noises. A mother of one of the tough kids was speechless in her kitchen, as I saw through the front windows. As she cried and ran out of the house to get her boy out of that dolls and tea party affair, other women in the neighborhood heard the commotion and went to the front doors of their own houses to see what was. Leather, vickie’s secret, fredricks, even stuff from sears and name-brand make-up. I spent about $500, with the largest expense being a really nice dark-red fashion wig that was amazing. By that Friday I had all of the things I needed and got a room at the same motel I’d used many times to live out my arcade-blowjob queen fantasies. This time was different though. I could feel a different excitement. I had been asked to take cock inside me almost every time I went to the arcade and had.