„Fick mich bitte mit Deinem Hengstschwanz kräftig durch. Ich brauch das jetzt,“ stöhnte sie. Natürlich erfüllte ich ihr den Wunsch gerne und s...tzte meine fette Eichel an ihrer engen Rosette an. Ich musste ein wenig drücken, um diese Barriere zu überwinden aber Lorielle wusste, wie sie sich entspannen musste und so glitt ich schließlich doch in ihren engen Kanal.„UUUUUUUUUNNNGHH, Du zerreißt mich ja mit Deinem geilen dicken Schwanz“, stöhnte Lorielle und biss sich dabei theatralisch in die Hand.. If anything, I had insulted the leader, Mr. Big. He wasn’t injured, just his ego. But with guys like him, image is everything. I had embarrassed him in front of the others. He couldn’t let that pass. The other two were wounded. Not critically, at least not to the point that they couldn’t move. But they would slow down any pursuit. I figured that the skinny one would give it up in a heartbeat. But the fat one was obstinate, stubborn, and not smart enough to know better.Unfortunately, I had the. I have traveled many times in sleeper bus but its first time for my mom to travel in sleeper coach and it was double bed sleeper coach bus where two persons can sleep. We have got last seats and have full of curtains. This looks like a closed room no one will disturb us. Its a single stop bus to Hyderabad as its a private service bus. If any one has nature calls then they will stop on request.As we entered bus and occupied our seats. My mom slept at the window side and me left to her. It was a. Deliberate? You lie back. “Lick the wet.” Without hesitation, I catch the first droplet with my tongue and trace its path upwards. The water is warm with a slight taste of salt from your skin. My tongue finds your breast, finds your nipple once again. As I suck the water from your skin your hand, behind my head, pulls me closer. “Suck me there… Harder… Bite me… Gently.” These are not my words. They are yours. “Harder.” And then you push my.