He never failed to let me know he was in control. And I never failed to love it. He took his hand off my tit and quickly unzipped his pants, letting...his hard cock spring free from his military pants. He stroked his hardness and I rubbed my pussy- our simultaneous masturbation now in full swing. He stood up and pulled his pants down, his cock now fully erect as my wetness coated my fingers. I was so close to cumming that I was forcing myself not to. I didn’t want the feeling to end. Xiong. . He was getting tougher and girlier at once, he worked out in the gym I had above the garage, frree weights, machines, a threadmill, he was, like me addicted to it, a daily need to excerise, he was toned, but not to muscular, the hormones hindering his muscle growth, good. The hormones working, he had little swells, mmmmm, his pride large, wearing the training bra I got him with enthusiasm, I could suck those tits for ever. Brian was getting colder though, not to me, his disdain for others. She was doing it like an expert mene pucha kaha se sikha to boli mera boyfriend ka karti hu isliyeMe hasa or 5 min me mera pani bhi nikal gaya par mera betha nahi rod ki trah khada rhaWo boli janwar hai kya tu beth hi nahi rahaMene bola teri maar ke hi bethegaThen I spread her legs and apne lund ko uski choot pe tika diya,Or koshish ki dalne ki bhut tight hone ki wajah se ja nahi rha tha,Then mene uski tange or chodi ki then thoda andar gaya, usne apni ankhe band kar li or bed sheet pakad li. Alphonso got behind him and stuck in his girthy member.“Oh, fuck,” whined Shayne.“Yeah, bitch! Take dis dick,” ordered the felon.“Oh my god!”“Dat’s right, hoe! Take dis big nigga dick!”“I love it, Alphonso! Fuck me hard!”“Yeah, fag! You gon’ have my baby!”“Yes, sir! Get me pregnant!”“You bettah not have no muthafuckin’ abortion neither, faggit!”“I won’t, daddy! Fuck me!”“I hate her stupid ass. Dis why I fuck witchu!”“Yes, sir! We should get her back!”“Yeah, punk! How we gon’ get her.