. Abhi tumhara chut kon chat rahe hai??She : kaha ho tum??Me : tumhara winfow ke pas ??Wo window ke pas dekhi aur mujhe dekh ke khus huyi and mai bola...jaldi door nikalo wo boli thik hai and door nikalne ke badh mai andar gaya and wo mujhe kiss karne suru kardi mai bol raha tha ki tumhara dosth hai ab ruk jao badh mai karenge wo boli ki mera dosth janti hai humare bare mai and wo mujhe boli ki tum gaon jane wale the na ??Mai bola train miss hogaya isliye aa gaya and mai samjha tha ki tumhe. This ain't some puny white boy's cock you can take down your throat. You just behave yourself and I'll..."That was when I gave one last pull and his cock went right down my throat.I'll be honest. It wasn't like the others. It hurt. Not a lot. But it hurt. And unlike with the others I couldn't breathe with his cock in my throat. But I was so fucking proud of myself!I let him go as he gasped, "I'll be a son of a bitch!"He slowly pulled his cock free of my throat and I took a deep breath and. My heart skipped a beat. The masseuses had asked us both to flip over. My cock was hard and a feeling of horror ran through my head - not only was my masseuse going to see that I was very pleased with her intimate strokes but my wife and her masseuse would also see that I’d been enjoying myself a little too much. I tried to suppress my erection and began to slowly turn my body. To my relief, my wife then asked her masseuse to continue on her legs for a little longer - that would give me a bit. Then by shoving the dildo deeperinto my ass he tightened up the constriction on my cock and pushed myballs further apart. He pushed on the dildo until it slipped entirely into my ass andI felt my sphincter muscle close down around the whip strings.Kneeling in front of me he slowly let my bulging cock slide into hismouth. The sensation of his velvet lined mouth around my engorgedcock was all it took to send a spasm of pleasure up into my gut. Myballs were stretched tight in the sacks and.