Paani ke andar uski chut marne laga. “Aah aah. Faad de meri chut. Zor se chood,” saali pagal ho gayi thi mera lavda leke. Uski tange utha ke apne ...andhe pe le li.Aur ander tak randi ki chut pelne laga. Zor zor se jhaatke maarte hue jaanwar ji tarha choodne laga. Usne apne honth daba ke ankhen band karli. Uski chut ka maal bahar aake paani pe tairne laga. Kaafi der baad mera maal nikla aur uski chut bharne laga. Lavda bahar nikala toh mera bhi maal chut se nikal ke paani pe tairne laga.Suraj ki. I'd thinkto myself, she's got so much... why throw it away?"As somebody who is fundamentally incapable of caring about the feelingsof others (hey: blame it on the brain disorder) I am still able torecognise bullshit when I hear it - and am more likely to draw attentionto it, because I don't know when to keep quiet."You obviously don't know what those girls were going through," I said."I'm sure you're right," he said, "but..."He shrugged, helplessly."What?" I demanded.It was his turn to look. I have a smooth body with almost no hairs but also with a little belly. I like to bottom with men. This story is about when I was looking for a real sex date to get fucked last summer, in August 2019. I had sent tweets to local gay groups and also put adds via gay dating apps. It happenned that a 40 yo guy had a suitable place and we agreed to meet. After an enema and shower to prepare myself for sex, I went to the public bus stop to meet with the guy. Fortunatly, he showed up. I am just short. ") I now was in the position to rid her of that emptiness and take my father's place as a superior lover. Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed to do it merely as an obligation. "I want to make you happy," I said, my lips grazing her cheek. "I'm still so afraid," she said and moved her head back fractionally. I gently took her hand and guided it under the bedsheet and laid it on tent in my pajama pants. There was a momentary.