At that time I didn’t give one fuck about the concert and just wanted a pussy to fuck, but agreed anyway. We drank until the time we got drunk and c...rried some for later (since I was a part of the organizing team I could sneak alcohol). The concert was great and now I know why Arijit Singh is able to melt a girl’s heart and make her pussy wet :P We were dancing along with my friends (including Aksha), who all also had come drunk. During slow numbers, me and Neelima would dance together and I. Marissa and the others were thrilled and surprised when his thick cock burst through the flap and bobbed up and down in front of Dana. She had never seen a boy’ up close before . . . and a strange urge entered her mind as the long pink shaft and bulbous head dangled in front of her. Next, she pulled aside the rest of the boys clothes below the waist, making him entirely bottomless in front of her. Marissa was going to have her take him. A deep sigh escapes you. I nuzzle at your helmet like a giant teat; wanting it to feed me. Putting your hands on the back of my head you forcefully pull me onto you. Your cock glides past my lips and fills my mouth. I gag as it touches the back of my throat. My face is in your lap; chin resting on your balls. I feel restricted. I can’t breathe. I gasp for air. I struggle and push against your thighs in an attempt to free myself. You are too strong for me. The downward pressure of your hands. I’ve had a lot to do. I’d like a chance to talk to you about it.’ ‘Not tonight love,’ she giggled. ‘There’s other things to do tonight.’ ‘Can’t we close the door?’ ‘No, one of your surprises is still outside. ‘Surely you don’t expect me to go out and fetch it like this?’ She giggled again. ‘Ooh, what a good idea. Have your first present first.’ She delved into her handbag and pulled out a black leather collar three centimetres wide and encrusted with cheap rhinestones. She wrapped it around his.