Rinse, repeat. I am slain by his passion, light headed from oxygen deprivation, and aroused beyond all my expectations. My world is his cock, fucking...my mouth. I love it. I love him reduced to the primal man that lives behind the cultured facade, clutching my head, fucking my face. Even in this state he knows my desires, my longing to wear his cum like a prom dress, and he pulls back in time to unload his semen in pearly strands across my throat and breasts. This is no polite orgasm. He is. Jab-jab main jhatka maarta, to mera gulla chut ke andar pach karke jata. Fir jab main Ifa ki aankhon mein dekhta, aur Ifa ka jo expression aah awaaz ke sath aata, wo aaj bhi mera gulla khada kar jata hai.Fir main uske upar aakar 20 minute tak usko chodta raha. Usne apne pair meri kamar ke upar lapte kar mujhe lock kar liya, aur zor se aahen bharti rahi. Wo mere kaan mein bol rahi thi-Ifa: I love you jaan, Ammu. Ifa ki chut tujh par kurbaan. Tumhara ye gulla kya maza de raha hai. Aahhh chodo. She knelt before Dawn and pulled down the teen's panties. She looked at Dawn's gorgeous twat, almost smooth, but with a tiny bush of hair at the top. Then she began to kiss at the labia lips. Small tiny kisses at first, but soon they became more passionate. Her tongue would shoot out and slurp away at the hole. Then finally she stopped with the kissing and just kept her tongue between the quim lips and licked away at the pussy walls, her face buried deep.Dawn had never felt anything like it. A. He was handsome, had a well built body and we seemed to hit it off. As we continued chatting he paid me a few flirtatious compliments even though he could see that I was in fact married. The afternoon went on and we carried on chatting up until 16h00 when we all slowly started collecting our k**s who where rather exhausted from all the running around. After saying goodbye to Kirsten and the rest of the parents, Frans and I made our way to our cars where we exchanged contact numbers before.