Vo sex se madhosh ho k chila rahi thi k ab mat tadpao vicky mamu mujhe chod 2.phir maine apne lund halke se dhakka mara.mera topa uski me atak gya tha...vo ek dum jor se chillai mujhe gali dene lagi k nikal behenk lode phad d meri chut.or vo rone maine uska rona ansuna kar k ek or jordar jhatka mara or mera adha lund uski chut me ghus chuka tha use bhut dard ho rha tha kyunki uski seal tut chuki thi.or uski chut se khun nikal rahe the maine kisi ki parvah na karte hue ek or jordar jhatka mara. "Can I come over to your side?" he asked.It's not typical for someone to share a booth, but I wanted to get a better look at this cock, so I unlocked my door.A pretty good sized man walked in. he was younger than me and looked somewhat like a farm boy that lost his way in the big city. He then dropped his pants to reveal a massive cock that hung at least 8' limp. It was a beautiful specimen of man-meat.I plunged my face down on to the head and sucked it in past my lips and looked up at him like. The guest of honor was an hour late as was her m.o. She loved to make an entrance and this night was no exception. She had model looks, was tall with a killer body. She wore a black neck with a plunging neckline that had to go close to her navel. She and I had the same idea about the look that night, it was definitely a vamp night. By the time she arrived, I was already tipsy from the wine. The food kept flowing, the wine got drunk and we began to drink the vodka, Russian style, downing shots. Two minutes to midnight. She took a deep breath, recognising a hint of nervousness fluttering in her stomach, then smiled to herself and visualised what might come through the hole. With a gentle finger she traced the outline of the hole, feeling the tape that had been used to keep the portal edges smooth and comfortable, eyeing the three words she had become so familiar with. Suck it up.“Yes sir,” she whispered to herself. Just then, there came an elevated pulse of music as the bathroom door.