His own cock was now becoming engorged as he had been caressing my back and slowly wanking my prick. His hands were amazing! Big and gentle, they were...all over my body. Massaging my buttocks, working their way under my balls to caress my perineum, a tickle of my scrotum and a firm pinch of my nipples! I have to admit, I was totally lost in ecstasy. As I looked down now, I could see his own cock was fully erect, turned on by the contact of a younger body. And what a cock it was! My own cock was. 26 hai and most importantly wo married hai. Kuch din pehle hi majak majak me maine use bhabhi kaha and tab se ye hi chalta aa ra hai.To aise hi ek din mai usse whatsapp pe chat kar ra tha aur flirt karna to har ladke ki aadat hoti hai. Baato hi baato me jab maine usse pucha ‘kyo bhabhiji, bhaiya khyal rakhte hai ki ni?’ Neha ka reply aaya ‘Kya batau yar? Kitne sundar kapde pehen ke taiyar rahti tu unke liye but wo aate hi TV me ghus jaate hain.Bas aise hi Neha meri girlfriend ki friend se meri. They didn’t do spoon fucking very often and she liked the feeling of his hand cupping her upper breast from behind. As she felt his familiar shaft moving in her sensitive place, a very different thought flashed in her mind. That cock had been in another pussy just a short time before. Her focus had always been on which cock was in hers and never thought about where they had been previously. That was a new kind of excitement, especially since she could hear Marilyn snoring lightly from not too. Yancy’s class lay to the ... right.I darted in that direction, stroking my dick as I hustled through the halls. My cock ached and throbbed. I smeared precum down my shaft. The tip throbbed whenever I brushed it. So sensitive, like my clit times a million-billion.I rubbed my thumb across the spongy crown, squealed my delight.“I love being a futa!”I found Mr. Yancy’s classroom and ripped open the door. I burst in. All the girls lifted their heads from their textbooks, glancing at me. Their eyes.