Pooja uska garam lund sehlate bolti hai,”imtiyaz tu mujhe chinal kyon bol rahe hai?mujhe sharam aati hai aaise galliya sunke,please mujhe galliya ma... do.”imtiyaz uski ungli thook se gilli karke aahista-aahista pooja ki gaand mai ghusate kehta hai,”ab jyada natak mat kar randi,behanchod saali dosto ke saath na jane kahan-kahan chudwati ho aur ab bhi khud ko acchi ladki samajhti ho?saali tu sirf ab ek acchi raand hai aur kuch nahi.aajke baad tu sirf hamari rakhail banke rahegi.hume pata hai ki tu. “Your cum. I wanna swallow your cum,” she added. Wasn’t it clear?“You wanna suck this cock and slurp my jizz down your whore throat?”“Yes! Yes please!”“Then tell me. Say that back to me.”“Oh. Oh, yes, please may I suck your cock and slurp—oh wow, um—slurp your jizz down m-my . . . down my whore throat? Please?” She puffed her chest out, naked tits forward, hoping it would aid her cause.“Good girl,” the man’s voice smiled, and Julie’s mouth was graced again with cock. “Suck it good like that.. As pleased as I was with my performance I hadn’t cum yet. She squirmed around for a few seconds before I pulled her onto the floor, got on top of her and started fucking her in the prone position.Her eyes were squinted shut while I was on top of her fucking her like a mad man with my hands gripped tight around her shoulders. I grabbed her by the face and turned her head toward me and started tongue kissing her while my dick was sloshing in and out of her wetness. A minute or two had gone by and. Our eyes held for a matter of moments before the rush of disappointment streaked across his face. Okay, plan B. There are three facts that needed assertion. One, that I am involved in a website where I take off my clothes and masturbate. Two, that I took off my clothes and photographed myself and sent them to my fuck buddy so that he would come over and fuck me. Three, that I wimped out and didn’t fuck said fuck-buddy because I wanted a relationship with solid ground. Now that I’d whistled and.