The moment my entire cock had settled inside of her, her first orgasm ripples through her, soaking my cock with creamy juice. This made it easier for ...y cock to penetrate her, my hips pulling back only to press back in with a heated rhythm. Her heavy breaths turning into groans as I begin to buck against her. Each thrust causing her chest and shoulders to scrape against the wall, and she knew that she will have marks there for days to remind her of this night. My hands move from her waist to. And even before I realized what it was, I started masturbating. So, I used to masturbate imagining him most of the times. Other times, I used to imagine any neighbor uncle or young men who gave me extra attention. But even then, my favorite imagination to masturbate was always with strangers. I used to imagine going to some place alone and be noticed hungrily by stranger men, who slowly approach me for some reason asking details. Since, I like playing innocent [even now ;)], I used to imagine. O kichhukhhon chup kore roilo ar tarpor amar proposal accept kore nilo. Ami khushi te pagol hoye gelam. Tarpor amra majhe dekha korte laglam. Ami office kete majhe majhe Chandannagore chole jetam. O college theke amar sathe dekha korte asto. O french language niye porasona korchhilo. Ekdin park e bose ami ok bollam je “sona tomar figure eto sundor kintu tumi er sathe manansoi dress poro na keno?” O bollo ” Ki rokom dress?” Ami bollam ” Sona tumi sleeveless poro na keno? Sleeveless porle tomake. They like what they are seeing. I can hear their breathing. Heavier and heavier. Are they masturbating? Oh my god they are...Where the fuck am I?Then I feel it. That first drop on my belly. It was a single warm drop. It almost felt hot on my skin in this cool air. Then another. And another. The first orgasm was dribbling out of a man standing on my right, then it exploded. and I felt him squirt across my belly, and run down my left side. I felt a pool of his cum in my belly button. .