You swirl your tongue around it long and hard. Sucking and biting until I scream your name. All the while I am rocking back and forth, thrusting over ...our rock hard dick. My hands run down the back of your head as though they are melting down your back.You take this freedom to switch sides and continue to lavish my tits with intense hard pleasure. As you bite sharply down, my nails dig deep into your soft skin and my arms wrap around you hugging you in as tight as possible just as my whole body. ..yet somehow, feeling empty and coldeven as she sweated from her long run.Chani finally stops running, tired and spent....and lost.... Biting her lower lip, she slips to the ground, and curls up there...alone to sleep, amidst the sounds of the forest.....alone, and with no one to help her or to protect her. She lays, huddled and quivering, shivering through the light sleep that takes her.Chani awakes later, cold and hungry, unrested.....somehow unfulfilled,but free. "What is freedom? What is. So it was sometime in the summer of 2017. As usual with a majority of us in the LGBTQ community, I was scrolling down the nearby list of online guys on a mobile gay dating app. It started like that. I don’t remember if it was he who messaged me first or I who pinged him. But eventually, we were messaging.The name he told us was Ankit, a Mumbai lad, working in the hospitality industry. His place of work and residence were within a 2 km radius from mine. As was usual, the nearer the guy, the. I had talked with her some before when I was operating the boat with other personnel and never thought anything would happen. We made some small talk as she worked and I headed out for my next trip.To say she was a stunning woman would be an understatement. Maybe thirty years old at the time, she was tall and strong. She ran triathlons and it showed. No way would I have a chance with her and I thought nothing more about her. I continued that day running the boat around and going about work. The.