Fir mai thoda niche jake navel kiss karta hu aur uske short k uppar se hi uske chut k uppar haath lata hu. Uski short gilli hoti hai yeh pata chalte h... mai uski short ko smell karne lagta hu. Wah kya khushboo arhi thi aplogo ko mai bata nhi sakta. Uske chut ko mai short k uppar se chusta hu. Sweat aur chut ki juice ka ek naya juice mujhe aj mila tha. Maine der na karte hue uske short nikal diye aur ache se chut ko lick karne laga. Jisse usse firse ek current laga aur jorse aahh … aahhhh ki awaz. ‘Have you ever been to Madrid?’ Lilly’s question pierces my hazy thoughts. ‘Oh, yes actually, when I was in university. I saw surprisingly little of the city, though, so I intend to go back one day.’ ‘No time for sight-seeing?’ she teased, dead right in her assessment of how I spent that particular trip. ‘I er, was staying with a very handsome exchange student. He showed me lots of things but… none of them were on the guided tours.’ A languid memory of a coffee-flavoured late morning kiss, in. I followed her direction and managed to swallow his whole cock. I could feel his pubic hair brush my nose. I continued running my mouth up and down his cock. “Don’t forget his balls,” my wife advised. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked his scrotum and shaft. After a few moments I returned his cock to my mouth. I used my hand to massage his sack. I could hear him moaning louder and more frequently. “Keep at it, he is going to cum soon,” my wife directed. I started sucking him faster. My sister threw a fit, refused to help and began threatening to move out. When she realized that the threat to move meant nothing, she dropped it and just focused on making life hell. Well the first problem was living arrangements. 3 adults and 2 bedrooms. That was solved the first night, mom works nights on the floor and I was day shift in administration. So our solution was that mom and I separately shared the same bed. This also made my sister furious, she immediately began calling me a.