Iss karan goan ka har ladka jo 18 ka hota hai, iss pratispardha ki ache se tayaari karta hai, isiliye hamare ladke chudai main bahut hee ache ho jate ...ai.Jeetne wala mard phir uss saal ke liye goan ki nayi chut, nayi naveli dulhan, vidva aurto, aur talaak hui aurto ki chut pe raaj karta hai.Iss mard ko gaon ka kaamdev kaha jaata hai, par kaamdev kaun hai yeh kisi bhi ladki ko nahi bataya jaata tha. Aisa isiliye tha taaki har ladki kaamdev ke paas chudai karwane naa pahuch jaye, aur kaamdev bhi. Then I heard her moaning. I turned my head back to her and there she was sitting on the couch, one hand rubbing her pussy and the other rubbing a tit. She was moaning in pleasure and breathing very hard. She would call out to me while she did this, “Oh Jimmy this feels so good…does this make you hard…oh Jesus I can feel your dick through your pants…ooo is this what you like…when I talk and moan like this…oh Jimmy I think I’m going to cum.” I could not handle it any more I pushed her legs off me. All I could muster up was "um, I don't know." "You can't decide, can you? Well, let me decide for you then. Stand in front of me," she motioned me over with her hand. For some reason, I didn't even hesitate. I walked over and stood before her.She looked up at me and cracked a tiny smile, "Good. Now take down your pants and underpants. All the way to the floor."Wordlessly, I did as she instructed.My penis popped out in front of her. I was already semi-hard, but the way she had taken. We were necking and petting. I was hot and horny, was trying to run my hand under her skirt, she pulled it out and said something like, ‘It would be different if we had a place of our own.’ I just put it down to another put off. But in the next couple weeks she began to repeat it and to be more direct. ‘If we had a place of our own it would be like we were married,’ was one she whispered in my ear once while stopping me from opening her blouse. It took a while but I finally understood that she.