.. physical need," she replies, her voice a little unsteady. "I don't need you to tell me how disappointed you are with me." I am not disappointed. I ...till believe in my..." he laughs quietly, "...professional opinion, that the best course for you to take is to do what is natural and right. Satisfy your body's urges, maintain a healthy, balanced lifestyle. I still do not see why you find submission so burdensome. You would cope much better if you did not insist on your regimen of absolute. It started ringing, and I ignored it. It would only be my parents calling to see if I arrived okay, but I would call them back in the morning. “Are you gonna get that?” A voice asked from the other side of the room. I sat up in alarm, looking at the guy who had just walked through the door. He was tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a square jawline. His shirt was tight around his muscles: he obviously kept fit. He was easily the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. “Are you gonna get. She then slid her hand up the shaft again and continued to pump me fast and hard again and again. She was picking up pace, and god, it felt wonderful.The intensity of her handjob was splattering oil all around the cock. She could feel the familiar throbbing of my cock. Sonal: Madarchod (Motherfucker), do you want to cum?Me: Yes, Sonal, go harder. Keep jerking.Sonal: I love your stiff cock Jaan, shoot your jizz out.She switched her hands and continued to jerk. Sonal pulled her face. She retired to her room and peeled off her clothes along the way. She lived alone, its not like anyone was going to mind her sleeping in the nude. She always did anyhow. Even when she was younger. This was her nightly ritual when working the nightshift, come home take coat and shoes off, strip down to nothing, then crawl in bed on top of the covers and pleasure herself to ease the stress. The morning and afternoon shift was the same. Jenna crawled in bed above the covers and layed back with.