It was a real pleasure to feel and to touch her. We sat down on the divan and continued our passionate kissing. We were both breathing hard. I started...kissing her deliciously wonderful breasts which she seemed to really enjoy. I slowly worked my way down to her jet black pubic hair and beyond. Her pussy was very moist. The aroma was tantalizing and the taste was wonderful.We got up and went to the bedroom. We kissed and hugged as we walked. We continued making out on my bed. She slid down my. His boot spur caught on a flag decorating the box. I believe it was the flag of the US Treasury.The man landed poorly on the stage. I would guess the distance of the drop about ten or twelve feet.He held a bloody dagger and shouted, "Sic semper tyrannous!" as he hobbled across the stage.He was almost across when we heard a shout of, "Stop that man!"Screams came from the box above. It was then that the audience realized it wasn't an act or part of the play. Some of the crowd lifted a physician. It was warm and creamy,-like a teenage girl who had made her boyfriend happy. I was so thrilled. Rope after rope of spunk kept coming and I eagerly started to swallow, while still trying to save the taste, luxuriating in the fact that I had made my alpha male happy.When he stopped cuming we both took deep breaths, obviously with his cock still in my mouth. I was gagging on his rich fertile spunk. It felt like a gallon as I struggled to swallow but held him in my mouth gently nibbling, savouring. I go to the gym. I am good at football. All in all, I am the hot hunk girls want to hang out with. But surprisingly enough, I am single. Not because I couldn’t find a girl. But I hate commitments. But there is this girl, Reetuparna Mukherjee, who is a colleague. She is so fucking amazing, I had been trying to flirt with her since she joined this company as a trainee. And trust me, she is no ordinary girl. She has never ever flirted back. She is the ultimate persona of a faithfully committed.