I felt dizzy, dazed, and not sure of what had happened. I felt my hands on my cock and balls, the cream was soaked in but my hands felt so soft and u...like most times when I wake and have an erection from deep sleep, my cock was all but gone, “I must be dreaming,” I thought, I fumbled in my crotch feeling for my cock and balls, “Whew,” I thought to myself, “still there,” and then laughed out loud at the crazy thought that had passed through my head that I had rubbed it off completely.As I. The heating element boiled the water, forcing it up through a simple tube. The tube released the water over the brewing basket. Gravity, again, pulled the water through the coffee grounds, out a hole at the base of the brewing basket, and into the coffee carafe.There just isn’t much that can go wrong with a drip coffeemaker except for the heating element failing, the tube getting clogged with calcium deposits, or the one-way valve sticking. The weak points are the heating element and the. He took some poppers himself then passed them to the guy fucking me.I could tell when they hit him because he started ramming himself into me calling out "take my cock. Take my cock." Slamming each time for emphasis.By this time I was fully able to take him...ALL of him. His balls, too, were bouncing of me as he thrust deep into me, and he grunted with each thrust in.After a few moments of this spit-roasting abuse (happily taken, of course!) I heard this loud "ahhhhh...."Unlike the first guy, I. Moi c'est pareil : quand je pense que des hommes m'imaginent en train de porter des strings ou des culottes, que mes petites parties intimes frottent le tissu, et attendent avec impatience que la poste vienne leur livrer ce trésor, et disposent ensuite d'une partie de moi qu'ils peuvent utiliser à souhait ... ça me rend littéralement dingue. Rien que de l'écrire , je sens mon sexe s'humidifier, et j'ai terriblement envie de me le caresser. Plus vous en voulez et plus cela m'excite. C'est une.