Also, virtually every one of the locals who were drinking the lotus wine had that blurry-eyed look.I spoke to one of the off-islanders, "What is this ...otus wine that the locals drink by the gallon?" I'm not quite sure, but I tried it once and had a hangover that lasted for three days. Never again will I let any of that stuff passed my lips! Supposedly, it's made from a local fruit that grows nowhere else in the world. I think that the rest of us are lucky for that fact." Thanks for the. I slammed into her relentlessly with long deep powerful thrusts of my hips. She was tossing her head to and fro and screaming at the top of her lungs begging the to fuck her without mercy."Oh God, Michael, I cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fill my hungry pussy with your cum! I'll do anything you want. ANYTHING! Just fuck your little your hot little whore! Your horny little slut! Make me KNOW that I BELONG to YOU!"I had completely forgotten about the condoms and by this time I would not have. It's still hard to describe; something like honey, but salty, not sweet. The taste isn't sharp, but spreads through the mouth uniformly.I sucked in both fingers, acclimating myself to the sensations, the texture and flavor of my semen. I guess all those old prejudices popped into my head, because suddenly I felt myself wanting to gag. But just as quickly I fought the urge, figuring if Ellen could do it, so could I. I gulped and swallowed. It wasn't all that bad. Just new and different. I didn't. Iske liye maine to apne office ki sabse moti aur kali ladki ko imagine karne laga. Koshis kamyab rahi aur lund jaldi khada nahin ho raha tha. Wo lund ko mere pajame ke upar se hi sehla rahi thiSali boli – jiju raat ko chaddi nahin pehante, ye kitni achi baat hai, lund asani se haath mein a jata hai.Main apne imagination to use karke apni dhyan bata raha tha, par wo jis tarah se apni aap se baath kar rahi thi usko ignore karna mushkil ho raha tha. Mera lund khada hone laga, aur phir usne mere.