You close your eyes and moan so fucking loud that you know the other guys are going to hear and come in to see what's wrong. You put a hand over your ...outh and pull him lower, thrusting up to push your hard cock deeper. He opens his mouth wider and you bury your cock all the way to his throat. You feel his throat move on the tip and that's all it takes! You are so damn fucking horny and this is a fantasy that you have wanted for so fucking long that you can't hold yourself anymore. With one. Mene poochhaa aapane kabhee kis kiyaa hai. Vo hasane kaa smaa_ilee bhejee bolee haan shaadee ke baad sab karate hai. Mainne bolaa are main bhool gayaa thaa aap shaadee shudaa ho. Vo hasane lagee. Fir unhonne poochhaa phlarṭ kar rahe ho. Mainne bhee maukaa dekh kar bol diyaa itanee sundar ladakee saamane ho to apane aap nikal jaataa hai. Fir donon thodaa thodaa khul ga_e aur thodaa fraink hokar bhee baat karane lage.Unhonne poochhaa kee tumhaaree garlafrenḍa hai? Maine bolaa naheen. Tab unhonne. She let her thumbs stroke over the nipples. She imagined a man doing it. It could have been Carl, her late husband, or her recent lover, Paul Crane. Then her thoughts turned to a man who had never touched them, Walter Hartley. She scooped more shampoo from her hair and let her hands rub the lather into her lower triangle of hair. She pressed firmly, but lightly, and then let her fingers slip lower. She pressed her hips back to deepen the contact. In her mind it was Walter down there, working. She bent down to kiss him again as she started to slowly move up and down on him. It was hard to tell if it was her sliding along his cock or whether he was still forcing her with his string hands. Whatever it was, she was fucking him slowly now, as deep as she could take him again and again. It suddenly occurred to me that they werent using a condom! She was riding bareback and it wasnt just fucking now&hellip, as they kissed deeply swapping spit and touching tongues it became obvious they.