When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his p...easure. My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled "You ready for my cum, slut?" I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message as I felt and saw his balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.He cried out as he came, pulling back so that only the head. How is it connected to it?Jahnavi: Wait, let me tell you fully. After your group won the final event, you guys secretly arranged a party in a classroom to celebrate the victory at midnight. So, your friends had called some of their girls’ gang and had asked them to come and celebrate with them. And your friend’s girls’ gang had even picked me with them. They said it was just a party to celebrate and they had arranged plenty of varieties of dishes. In our hostel, they had secretly announced that. "Miss Offen," The father said, showing up at Mary Sue house with the mother. "We're Sport's parents and we're considering about your desire of him." "I think our friendship has gone out of hand." Mary Sue said. "It won't be easy to tell the truth, but he needs to know I don't think of him in that much of a romantic way." "I see." Dad said with some relief. "That some load off my mind. I'm glad we stopped by to talk to you before Sport came by." A doorbell rang and the parents looked at one. After a couple of years in a Saturday morning youth league, by my senior year I was good enough to get into an adult league that Mom belonged to. It had both good bowlers and poor, unlike Moms elite league on Wednesday that required a minimum one-seventy average to join. Mom drove me over to the lanes with her, and once there I carried in my bag containing my personal ball and shoes. It was a little after seven as the people arrived and looked for familiar faces crowded around the seats near.