Jis bhosde se nikla us ka ras p aaj….aab me kafi garam ho gai thi aur me boli-“ramesh ab pel do apna lund meri chut me.bana do mje randi….me lun... ki pyas me kha kha bhatkthi thi aaj do do lund hai yha aaj dono se chudwaungi…..chut ka bhosda banwa kungi..Ramesh mje chodne lga..lekin me kch jyda hi garam ho gai thi to me chillyi”sahil mere bhai chod us randi ko aur aa meri gand maar mje do lund ek sath chahiye.mje dono se ek sath chudna hai…..aaja me 2je bhenchod bana deti hu.matherchod bhosdike. But here, the fucking was even more mechanical and careless, so that those fucks in the alleyways seemed almost tender and loving by comparison.When Jack took her back to the production line, she was pleased to see Buttercup in her place, struggling with the wings of a chicken and stabbing it viciously with her knife: perhaps taking out on the dead fowl the anger that she felt towards her most recent fucker. Tracey was almost glad that she'd had to endure a fucking as well as her. Somehow, it. He did that and i took his balls in one hand and started to gently squueze them all the while licking his dick.He started to moan and asked me to suck his dick. My mouth was full of saliva and pre-cum. I swallowed it and started to suck his cock.initially slowly feeling it and then rapid sucking till his foreskin was pulled all the way to the middle of his dick.I started to love wat i was doing.every now and then i was seeing towards the guy who was flinging his head back with immense pleasure. “A shot of scotch, please.” The bartender tossed Rachel’s bra on the pile of clothing and returned with the shot. “Drink up, Rache.” I said, and poured the entire shot into her waiting mouth. She gulped, shuddered, and gasped. Standing there in nothing but heels and pulled-down panties, a flush spreading from her face down her neck, she was a truly delicious sight. “Now, Rache, let’s get you some fucking.” I grinned at her. “You are wet and ready for fucking, aren’t you?” Rachel ducked her.