Fir maine apni ek ungli se uski choot ko sahlane laga.Fir maine ek cushion uski kamar k neeche rakha or sarso ka tel apne lund or uski choot pe laga k...r rub karne laga wo poori madhish ho chuki thi or baar baar apni kamar ko utha rahi thi.Maine apna lund uski choot par kakha or usko kiss karte hue ek jor ka jhatka maara uski cheekh nikal padi par kiss karne ki wajah se wo chilla nahi paai mera lund sirf do inch hi andar gaya tha abhi mai aise hi thodi der ruka or usko kiss karta raha jab wo. But then my friend and his girlfriend started having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that something was up when she started texting me more often and about more personal things. She would ask me things like, "Are you still hooking up with that girl Carol? She doesn't even swallow!" or she'd tell me how long it's been since she'd been fucked ("It's been almost a week, I can barely go a day!"). I started to learn things about her that I never imagined, like her almost. He ran his fingertips on the tip of his fat cock and smeared the lubrication that had oozed out quickly and also excessively from his slit over the helmet and the shaft as well. He knew, he could play with his balls or just the cock tip for as long as he needed to, without the urgency to ejaculate but not gripping the shaft and masturbating was also becoming very difficult to control. He did not want to spoil the entertainment by getting overly excited and then shooting little too early.“Oouuh. Snapping my fingers, it took a moment for my clothes to come. I should have headed to the council that moment, then this would have been over within 2 hours, did I? Hell no! As usual, I really didn't trust the council now, especially after an ex-lover of mine had been elected to it and I had turned them down again for the tenth time in a hundred years.I was going to handle this my self. I should have noticed the stiffening in my legs when I stepped from the cab, again I ignored the signs. I.