You know me, you know my cock, you know my expressions. And you know I’m close. I move my hand from your hair and put it right between your breast..., and push your body into the bed, holding you still. Then you’d look down, you’d feel my pull out, and you’d see my hand on my shaft. I’d milk my cock slowly — I don’t want my cum to shoot out, for once I want it to ooze out. I would milk it so my cum rained down all over your blue girlcock.Then I would look down at your pretty face and tell. ”“There are no pictures,” he responded, handing her the phone so she could verify it.“What do you mean there are no pictures?”“I lied,” he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, “I looked in the window and saw what was going on and it turned me on, I felt like my dick was going to explode. I wanted you badly so I told you that. Even if I had pictures I wouldn’t have shown them.”Stunned, Judy thought about this for a moment. She knew she should be mad, beyond mad, furious, but she wasn’t.. So as a rule we used to talk only when we met at each others place.Purvika was my aunt’s daughter, Her house is near the college itself. Whereas i had to travel to my college which was about 10 km away. During the weekends we used to go out for movies. Some weekends we used to visit each others place and i used to go to her house to meet their parents. As i and my friends had taken an apartment in reasonable part of Chennai (reasonable means the rents being reasonable) and hence it was about 10. She heard a girl scream and then a loud slap and the scream ceased. She then heard the steps retreating. From the sound quality of the footsteps she could tell that the person walking now had an increased weight from a few minutes ago. The footsteps stopped and the door groaned as it was closed.This would be carried out at various times during the early morning. Finally, she heard the steps stop at her stall. The latch mechanism was opened and the door swung open. One of the male slave keepers.