Or der na karte hue mere lode ko choosne lagi.Uske choosne ki pressure se pta chl rha tha ki use mera loda kbse chaiye tha. Fir mne shower chla dia au... uske mote mote boobs ka dabane laga. Vo boli or tight dabao . Me uske boobs ko poori jaan se dba rha tha. Uski cheeke nikl rhithi…’aaaaaghhgghhhh..’ . Fir me uske boobs ko choose laga . Uske boobs itne bde muh me aa hi nhi rhe the. Me jor se uske boobs pe kaathne laga. Mene uska nipple daant se kaat dia to vo chilla uthi.Fir vo boli… Please meri. She wanted to be that girl.That night, she went home and jilled herself to sleep, fantasizing about being raped in Pioneer Park, about being used by gangs and drug dealers, about being fucked beyond the limits of her body.The thought wouldn't go away. She spent a week secretly touching herself at work and at home, but the rape fantasies were only getting hotter. She couldn't concentrate on anything.Friday, she went out and picked up a guy at a bar. They fucked. He fell asleep. She was bored.. He held me as I sprayed around his thick cock, and as my convulsions began to subside, he skillfully turned us again without ever leaving my warm now flooded pussy. Suddenly, I found myself sitting on his lap with him filling me to the point of bursting, his hands gripping my hips and keeping our rhythm going as my eyes slowly opened and the fog of intense orgasm lifted slightly. My cunt clenched his shaft as I reacted involuntarily to the sight that greeted me: four of the most handsome,. Finally, I asked her out to an event that I thought she might enjoy. She was reluctant but when I insisted she acquiesced. We had a pleasant evening and when I asked her out again she accepted.She seemed shy so I played it cool but also noticed that if I was assertive, she eventually agreed to my requests. My matronly tutor had taught me a bit about submissiveness and so I stepped up the game a little. The next time we went out and I returned her to her small apartment, I asked if I could come.