Ab mai uske pas gya aur uske muh me lund daal diya aur wo chusne lgi jb dobara se lund khda ho gya tb maine usko ishara kiya taange kholne k liye aur ...ai uske choot pe lund ragadne lga isse wo pagal ho uthi aur andar daalne k liye bolne lagi maine use bina tadpate hue dhire se andar diya fr dhire dhire jhtake marne laga aur ahh ahh krne lgi fr mjhe kuch alag krne ki sujhi aur maime usko doggy position me kiya aur usko piche se chodne laga aur maje lene lagi .Ab uski gaand upr thi to maine thoda. My wet lips carefully surround my carefully filed fangs. I’m not chancing any punishment, no thanks. I slide up and down, up and down the pole, like all the pretty horses on the merry-go-round of my soul. Within a few seconds, I’m taking it all, to the hilt and to his balls. Up and down, round I go, when will he spunk? Nobody knows. Is this worth a bowl of the skunk, bro? Sometimes, even I don’t know. I feel the beast moving in for the kill. It shakes, and it shivers, it grows a tad more. A. "After she'd put the handset in the cradle she stood there looking down at it and wondered just how she had managed to let her life get so screwed up. Twenty years as a faithful and loving wife and mother down the drain for a man she didn't even like, but couldn't say no to. She hadn't wanted to say no to him then. Stan Wilson was a cigar stinking, fifty pound overweight slug, but she would have fucked him in a heartbeat just so she could feel Jake in her again.The slight satisfaction she had. I gave my cock a good flexing to try and show off what I consider to be my best asset. “But what about your cum?” she asked.“Well, I never actually cum,” I replied, “I just keep myself hard for the flight.”“The whole flight?”“If I need to, yeah.” “Wow!” she exclaimed. “May I?”“Be my guest,” I replied as her hand lowered the blanket and she started rubbing my cock over my pants while keeping her eyes on me.“I think I need to pull it out,” she said, “I want to feel it in my hand.”I reached in.