Usne aachanak karwat le liya aur mere side gand kr li ab muj se rha nhi gya mai dire se fir uski gand par lund sta diya or gand ki drar me sta diya ab...muje itna mja aa rha tha ki bta nhi sakta mera lund ekdum tight tha. Jab uski gand ki drar me lund tha mera sab kuch sun ho gya tha. Fir mane dire dire aage piche hone kga or uske boobs ko pyar se sahlana suru akr diya uski sase tej chal rhi ab hum dono ke sarir ase jal rhe jase aag lgi ho.Fir mane ek hath fir se uski salwar me daal kar shalane. She believed the vernacular for the time was “Beefcake”. His face was all sharp cheekbones and perfect dimples, radiant blue eyes and glossy red lips. His silvery-blonde hair was meticulously spiked seemingly strand-by-strand. A lean but reptilian-muscular body peeked through from between his leather vest, all tan and oiled up. All of this funnelled down towards his designer jeans, shrink-wrapped onto his hips and legs. They did nothing to hide the billy club the guy was apparently carrying at. Most of the hallway lights were broken, and apartment numbers were painted on the doors with a spray can. It was a rough place.We went inside, got naked, and lay in her bed. Seeing her things around me, smelling her in the sheets, was exciting. Once again she kissed and caressed me, while I played with her lovely tits and fingered her tight cunt. She sucked my cock until I was hard. I was afraid I was going to cum before I got into her, and asked her to stop. She asked how I wanted to do. ........................................................It was almost a year before she got the itch again. We were talking sex I mentioned Chen’s cock, she was on top grinding into me. I asked her if she wanted his cock. She came off. I knew we would be seeing Chen’s little penis shortly. Chen had added ten pounds of muscle. He rippled beneath his athletic shirt. We went out to the club we had first met at and I watched as Chen danced the night away with my wife. By the time we got back to the.