Well when I say carried, I mean she was impaled on his dick and he was supporting her body weight with his arms under her legs. If I had to say for su...e she may well have been no older than eighteen and she looked like she was having the ride of her life. She was moaning and grinding her hips or at least she was trying to anyway. “That my sandwich bitch.” The boy in the lead snarled at me before snatching my just made sandwich off the plate and taking a bite out of it. “Not bad bitch.” He. This is crazy!!I shed my boy suit and with a hesitant squeamish pause donnedCharlotte's. I mean I never even wore a pink shirt before! Off thebat it felt different, nip and tucking around my frame a differentway. Compared to my boy suit it seemed a bit more thicker or paddedaround the hips and up top. I wondered how much of that added goosedown was for warmth or catering to female vanity. I also noticed itwas a little loose around the chest...Shit!I really didn't want to "fix" that but neither. My name is Surya(name changed). I am a proper South Indian boy. Even in my higher studies in school, I got to know about all bondage plays and all related ideas. This story is my first real-life fantasy encounter with a stranger.I decided to write all these encounters as stories as you all can enjoy what it would be in there place. Now coming to the story. I study in one of the reputed colleges in India. Our classes start at 8 in the morning and end around 5. I study in mechanical branch. So. He also liked to spank and had experienced light bondage, role playing and some other sex games, off and on. He thought of Jerry and Luis. They had told Colt, they were also into all kinds of fun and games. He still remembered the conversation at a restaurant one night, making him so hard that he was scared to break his cock if he tried to stand up and it struck the table or something, making him linger at his dessert, rather than stand up and show his excitement but that evening too, he made.