Meri story aapko kaisi lagi meri id pe zaroor mail krke btana meri id h.meri physique 5.11 ht wheatish rang or lund 6.5 h or meri gf 5.5 ki h or 32 2... 34 ka fig h bhut sexy h or cute b.Ab me apni story pe aata hu.ye incident tb hua jb me 2nd yr me tha me ek ladki pooja ko bhut pyar krta tha par wo seedhi saadhi thi isliye wo ye sb k liye mana krti thi,fir ek bar hum dono k exam chal rahe the to me uske flat p gaya wo rent pe rehti thi uski friends k saath fir usne mjhe andr bulaya or chai. When I called her aunt’s house Debbie refused to come to the phone, and would not answer any of my other messages. When school started back in the fall, just after my 18th birthday, I found out that I wasn’t the only one Debbie refused to talk to either. She completely ignored all her old friends, even girls we had both gone to school with since kindergarten. Everyone at our school knew that she had gotten pregnant while on vacation and then abandoned all her old friends, everyone who had ever. A cord touches my thigh, and I on queue hear the buzzing drone of my Hitachi wand, knowing that it is in her hands.She touches my leg with her free hand and I sense the vibrating head of my wand approaching my sex before it actually comes into contact with my delicate flesh.I instantly respond as the vibrations rocket up and down my spine, sending my pleasure receptors on edge. She holds it lightly on my button, and my body spasms in response. My breath catches in my throat, my body keenly. The fact Lancelot groaned while he stroked my hair urged me on. “Take me whole, slag.” All too eager to please my master, I filled my mouth with warm, throbbing cock. “Further.” It was a struggle as I impaled myself on his stake. I closed my eyes under the strain of my stretching mouth, and slurped like a blocked plughole. Lancelot pulled my hair. “Keep looking at me while you suck” Despite the struggle to take Lancelot, I opened my eyes. My gaze was now fixed on his angelic face. He.