My bf was eating my pussy. He was not that good at it. I had to grab him by his hair and rub his face on my pussy.After that, I made him pick me up an... put his dick inside my pussy. I was wrapping my legs around him and he was fucking me in a standing position, in the shower. At that point also I was thinking about my co-worker. I was thinking how it would feel to be fucked by a tall muscular man with a huge dick!Anshu: I like this vision of you, baby. I love to fuck a wild girl.Me: Shut your. He is tearing through my buttons. A few popped off but I’m beyond caring. Once my pants are on the ground and his are around his knees and yanks me up impales me on his sadly average dick. He pumps like a bull eager for a quick release. The small room fills with the sound of wet skin slapping together. Despite my wetness, I don’t seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm. Tim is pumping but his hands are just on my ass for stability. In minutes ‘Tim’ has cum. He releases me without me even. Sometimes he really had a bad time trying to figure out things related to common relationships, like how should he act or what others would be expecting of him, like he was from another planet. Not to mention his inability to read my reactions or discern lies as a whole. He sucked at it big time. And that was strictly the case, as it was a strategy game. Then after a moment listening to our mothers laughing downstairs, probably full of bourbon, he looked seriously at me and said: This time Ill. There was a light on, so I could see clearly. The ceiling fan was on full and the curtains were drawn. I softly walked up to check on Ammi. I thought that the noise of the wedding party had made it hard for her to hear me. I tried shaking her, but she would only mumble and shift a little. This movement placed her on her tummy and she softly snored away as the fan blew her Kamiz up to reveal her Shalwar covered bottom. As the weather was very hot, Ammi was wearing a very thin cotton suit. It was.