Without thinking, I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I pulled my shorts down, and, still starring at the picture, I jacked off more quickly an... vigorously as Ive ever done before, shooting my load after just under a minute. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt embarrassed, especially when I saw Lanie sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for me. …Lanie…, I said, blushing and trying to avoid eye contact. How was it, Miles? Good Lanie laughed, and turned to look at me,. Ein Hintern ist klein und handlich, übersichtlich und nicht gerade das, wovon ich träumte. Britta hatte einen prächtigen Arsch. Ein wirklich praller Arsch, ein Arsch, der meinen Schwanz wachsen ließ.Ich drückte mein steifes Glied fest in die Bettdecke. Die schwüle Wärme und meine Gedanken, die um Brittas wackelnden Pobacken schwirrten, nahmen mich körperlich gefangen. Ich schwitzte wie ein Schwein und das Wetter hatte nur geringen Anteil an meinen Zustand. Immer wenn Britta sich bückte,. My dick was hanging heavily below me, the head resting on the bed.He slowly built up his tempo, until he was pounding away at me again. His heavy testicles were flying around, occasionally swinging through my legs and hitting my hard cock.Soon he slide his hands down and completely encircled my tiny waist, pulling me onto his dick with my whole body. I felt like a complete fuck-toy and loved every second. My cream was running liberally down my thighs, and soaking the bed around my knees.During. She clamped down very tight on his prick. It was so tight that Kirk remembered a reference that was hundreds of years old but still used. Most people did not even remember where it had come from. It was that she was as tight as "the glove at the O.J. Simpson trial".Dwanell was disappointed that Kirk did not have the enlargement that made the female feel so good as it stretched and rubbed on her inside walls as the male stroked in and out of her cunt. She did not complain. It was still.