They gathered outside the cinder block wall that enclosed the tiny backyard of the townhouse. One banged listlessly on the metal gate, while another v...inly struggled to climb the wall. Another half dozen milled around, apparently uninterested in the house itself but drawn by the efforts of the others. Had she screamed when she fell? She didn't remember doing it, but she might have. They also might have seen her. Standing like she was, it would be hard to make her out past the glass, but she had. To him, the scene of the kissing meant that nobody was going to get murdered. Furthermore, it meant that instead of a dissolution of a relationship that might tear the teens apart, it was now quite likely that such tearing apart wasn't going to happen either. That felt good. Even if it meant he had to go back to beating off, instead of sheathing his straining prick in somebody's soft, clasping pussy. That wouldn't be nearly as much fun, but it beat the shit out of never seeing either his sister. Aur khinchke gaand pe thappad mara. Woh sidha lund pe hath ragadte hue chain kholke lund tatolne lagi. Main uski balon pe hath lagake muh ko lund pe touch karvaya. Usne pehle puri tarah se lund ko nihara fir ek saans mein sugandh li.Fir ek straight lick kiya then dhire dhire chaat te hue pura muh mein leliya. Dhire dhire gote bhi chus rahi thi. Uske chusne ke style se lund khada ho raha tha. Mera friend uske piche gaya uske gaand pe marke uske lowers utarke. Gaand pe bite karne laga. Usi time. Felt something this...incredible,” she continued in between gasping breaths. “I never realized it...but I think that...a part of me has wanted to do this...for a really long time,” she continued laboriously. I propped myself up on my elbows, giving myself a slightly elevated view. I gazed down at Amelia's gorgeous body, motionless only a few minutes ago, shivering in anticipation of what was to come. Now her body was writhing in pleasure, rocking back and forth to meet my strong thrusts. .