Phir mai unki choochiyo ko jor jor se dabaya choosa, wo boli tu shaitan hai ab mujhse nahi raha ja raha hai. Mami ne apni tange faila di aur mere farf...rate hue lund ko pakar kar apni chut ke muhane par rakh liya. Unki jhanto ka sparsh mujhe pagal bana raha tha, phir maine apna lund mami ki chut me ghusana chaha,, ahhhhh; Mai kaynki nausikhiya tha isiliye shuru shuru me mujhe apna lund unki tight chut me ghusane me kafi pareshani hue. Mai jab jor laga kar lund andar thelna chaha to unhe dard bhi. ’ I think that was Carl’s whole philosophy on life — don’t hate anyone. ‘But I still don’t like her.’ ‘Nah, she dragged you through the mud,’ Carl agreed, ‘just don’t hate her. It’s not her fault she’s a bitch.’ I lost it there. A fit of laughing took over and Carl joined in. I tried to stop when it struck me that Linda probably had a friend telling her it wasn’t her fault because I was an asshole. That brought on a private bout of laughing. I had definitely had too much to drink. It was Carl. RESTROOM, it said and below it was a tiny male figure. He couldn’t believe this. He reached out and pushed open the door, his legs somehow managing to bring him through it without giving out. A miracle considering they felt like noodles. This was his luckiest day or his best dream, one of the two. Inside the restroom he found himself alone, at least at a casual glance, then he heard the sound of ripping cloth coming from one of the stalls. His eyes shot toward the row of blue doors covering the. He stroked my own dick which was now completely rock hard in his hand."Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming," his voice rose as he pulled his cock from my butt. He shot stream after stream across my ass and back as he rubbed the head on my cheek and then returned it to my gaping hole. I had felt empty and welcomed its return. It was warm and filling.Without losing his balance he flipped me over to where he was sitting on the arm of the couch and I was leaning back into him. He continued to beat my meat with.