Confidence - that was the one word that most people used when describing the now twenty-one year old. Though his bedroom was dark and would have given...most people the impression of a gothic-cultured high-school student, Noah was a pretty confident, positive, and talented young man. Black carpet covered his bedroom floor and his walls and ceiling were painted a dark grey color. The window frames, door frames, and doors of his closet and entranceway were all painted black as well. His dresser,. Umm. Ahh. Hum missionary position mein sex kar rahe hain.Tumhari tange mere kandhe pe hain. Aur mera lund aaram se tumhare choot ke andar bahar ho raha hain. Ahhhh. Uhhhh. Tum lund ke har jhatke ke saath aahuhh kar rahi ho. Aur ab mein apna speed bada raha hu. Ohh. Ahhh. Mmm.Mera lund kisi machine jaisa tumhare chooth ke andar bahar jaa raha hain. Tumhari geeli chuth se pachh pachhh awaaj aa rahi hain. Mere lund ke gole tumhari gaand par lag rahe hain. Ahhh. Ohhh.Poori room humare ahh uhhh se. "Likewise," I say, offering limp handshakes to the four teenagers asthey leave."...Even they think so," Sarah says as I let out a long, tired sigh andsit back in my chair."Ugh," I moan. "Can- can we just go home, please?" Sarah giggles,before giving me a kiss and leading me back to her car, andsubsequently back to my house, where she spends the rest of the nighteither studying or transforming my old jeans into a (very cute) maxiskirt, which I happily 'model' for the rest of the night.The. Several gulps late I had about seven inches deep in my mouth and throat, creating a vacuum on his delicious cock. Mark’s moans were music to my ears as his breathing quickened.“Oh fuck yeah! Suck that cock bitch!” he snarled, making my pussy tingle at his abusive dominant tone.One huge gulp and I had his full length in my mouth. My eyes were streaming asI tried not to gag with the meaty bulbous cock at the back of my throat. The tip of my tongue was sticking out from my bottom lip as I began to.