Sirf bra or panty main thi or fir mujse kaha chal e madarchod yaha aa or meri bra utar to main uske pass gaya or hath lagya tabhi usne mere lund pe ch...ta mara or bolo bhosdike hath se nahi muh se to maine uski bra muh se khinch k fad di or usse ki chichi ko janvar k tarah kar or chus rha tha or voh madhos hoke mere lund ko hila rahi thi or moan kar rahi thi fir main apna lund chudvaya or uski panty main lund dalke uski panty utari or jab mera lund uski chut ko chus to voh mere hoton ko jot jor. I was certainly dreaming when a small soft hand grabbed my short dickel and pulled it long, longer ands longer, harder and harder until it was stretched to the ultimate limit. In my dream I could clearly see my own glossy dickel in close-up and slow-motion, opening its tiny orifice on its bald head, yawning for a while wide agape, and then spurting sticky sperm like flying dolphins into the air, tossing and turning in spirals and loops in sheer weightlessness - before falling back into the. When you answer it is Jane calling to invite you for a coffee next Wednesday morning. You thank her for last night and tell her you both had a wonderful evening. “Next Saturday will be even better” she laughs. You are dying to tell Jane that you are sitting naked with cum dribbling all down you but wonder if you have got things wrong and next Saturday is not a sex party. As you are not 100% sure if next Saturday is a sex party you decide against mentioning your horny naked state. You have a. One of the guys next to me whispered to me and confessed that Derek was a cum machine, but I wasn't expecting to see what happened next. The Adonis got his weapon ready to shoot and the birthday boy eagerly waited for his present. Derek's muscles tightened, and his pierced nipples hardened as he shot a massive load, and I mean massive. The first few spurts of cum flew over the birthday boy's head, and the next several landed in his hair as Derek aimed for the dude's hungry mouth.I counted at.