He came quickly, shooting his cum through me, but the whole thing didn't do very much for me. No body, no orgasms. Bummer.One day I was in a bar pleas...ring a man who was masturbating when I saw a man slip something into his date's drink. I felt the world spin around me. I felt as though I was filled with fire. I hated him. I hated him more than I could ever remember hating anything. I sucked more furiously on the cock I was haunting and the man attached to it began to moan and writhe, but I. I guess I'm getting used to wearing less in the warmweather, he thought. The pretty blue shiny suit kept him tucked in andwhile he showed a lot of skin, was still no more exposing than hisunderwear. The one concern was that when he went to try it on in thestore, his cup size seemed to be growing which shouldn't have beenhappening. The doctor had said that the collagen was going to dissipateinto his body and eventually he'd be left with nothing but his ownnatural resources. The sales person had. She spoke loudly and severely, “I believe you are lost, sir.”“I am not, witch, I have come for you.”She tightened the vines, making him squirm in pain. He realized he worded it poorly.“N-No, your help! I am… seeking… your help!”The witch looked dubious, but she loosened her grasp slightly to let him breathe.“You men never seek me or my help. How do I know you didn’t come to cut off my head and burn my home?”“I seek no such thing, but you are right, I would have never come to you on a normal. . . Ahhhh. . . . . . Dard. . . . . . Kar. . . . Hai. . . . . Uiiii maaaaaa. . . . . . Mat karo. . . . . Uski abb main uski choot ko panti k upper se hi chatti aur nikal k fekh di. . . . . . Ab wo puri nangi thi. . . . . . . Usne mujhe ek smile di. . . . . . . Jab maine uske pair failaye. . . . . To dekha uski choot par ek bhi baal nahi tha. . . . . Maine mere jeebh uske choot pe rakhi aur ek smoothsa kiss diya. . . . Fir maine dheere dheere choot chatne ki speed badhi dhi uske dono hath mere.