One thing I love as much as wearing nylon is seeing other guys and ‘girls’ in them. I love to feel the weight of a man in tights on me, nylon cock...on nylon cock. Nothing beats that feeling. Nothing comes close. I love grinding and being rubbed so hard that my eyes look insane as I’m trying to process the pleasure. I love being pissed with lust, knowing that it’s the weight of another man on me, or under me. I love the way heels lift my ass, or the way a tight skirt presses my knees together or. Uska lund to bahut jyada lamba aur mota hai. Uski biwi ko jawani ka bharpoor maza milega. Meri kismat mein to jawani ka maza likha hi nahin hai. Wo bole, main janta hoon ki main tumhein poora maza nahin de sakta kyon ki mera lund to kisi chhote ladke ki tarah hai. Agar tum chaho to Jay se chudwa kar jawani ka poora maza le lo. Mujhe jara sa bhi etraz nahin hai aur na hi main tumhein mana karunga. Is tarah ghar ki baat ghar mein hi rah jayegi. Kisi ko kuchh bhi pata nahi chalega. Maine kaha, tum. I peeped from a window and my eyes went wide. On the kitchen floor Ramu’s wife Shanta was lying with her saree buncehd in her waist. Her blouse and brasisere were lying next to ehr. My FIL was riding her like a stallion. His thin buttocks were moving liky a piston while shant’s thighs were wrapped around his middle. He was pressing her breasts and kissing their nipples. Ic ould see his llund going inside Shant’s hairy cunt and my eyes widened. My fil’s lund was almost 9″ and thicker than my. She slid her strong hands back along my arms, reminding me to keep them at my side, as began to run her fingers over my breasts, letting them fall heavy in her large, leathery palms.I bit my bottom lips as I felt my nipples begin to tingle and harden as she rubbed a rough thumb over their tips, and I had to squeeze my legs together, squirming as I felt twinges deep in my core. She smirked at me as she tugged on my nipples, teasing, pinching and pulling on them. Trying and failing to suppress a.