Time goes past quite quickly when you are enjoying what you do and my writing was going well. The novel was about a young lady who was searching for h...r roots. It was set in the West Country, and involved a railway that had been closed years before. I had been told that if you want to write, write about something you know. Well I knew the West Country, and I knew about the old railways. I understood that I had set myself a challenge, telling the story from a woman's point of view. It was in. “It’s called penis or cock or a dick, whatever you want to call it,” Sathyan said, seeing her reluctant to say the word. He also sees her reaction when he used such lewd words.Radhika’s face had an obscene look when she heard those words. “Yes, that’s what I meant,” she said, staring at his semi-erect cock, which was slowly coming to life. “Say the word of your choice Radhika, it’s just a human body part,” Sathya wanted to hear her say that lewd word.After a bit of hesitation, “Your cock has no. I go down and start kissing and nibbling on her neck and shoulder. She puts her hands on my chest and squeezes before running her hands down to my stomach to my waistband. Then puts her hands in my pants and very slowly teases my cock. Grazing my shaft as she make her way around it running her fingertips just around the base of my cock to my inner thy. She ever so softly ram her fingers down my ball sack sending chills down my body. My God what a tease I think as I squirm a bit and let out. Hard and fast, I felt his body against mine, my ass full of his cock. My dick must have twitched and he reached down and gave me a good tug. Then he just pounded me. "Oh, God. Oh, God," I panted. "Oh, God, fuck me, Jesus Christ." He was going to town on my ass. He was supporting himself like he was starting a pushup, his midsection against my backside and I was rolled up halfway on my back. I can't say it was comfortable but my prostate felt fucking great. His hips were like they were on a.