Phir unhone apne lund per tel lagaya aur mere bur per rakh diya.maine kuch bolna chaha per usse pahli unhone ek halka dhakka mara.me chikhne lagi aahh...aaah aahh auuu nahiiiii.ab wo me re chuchu ko masal rahe the.phir wo apne kamar ko kich kar ek jor ka jhatka mara. Me bilkul chatpata uthi aur chikne lagi aaaaahhh aahh mar dala.ab tak mere bur me 4″ hi lund ghus paya tha.meri halat jal bin machali ki tarah ho gayi thi.wo mere chuchi masalte hue mere hotho ko chusne lage. Jab me khuch sant hui to. . so, We fell asleep..I was drunk on the overpowering stench of his balls. I knew I was gonna become addicted to having my face in there, somewhere of his body where the sun never shines, where it gets sweaty, dirty and horny, and he could do nothing about it."Wake up"I opened my eyes to his lazy black voice, and the feel of his heel on my belly. Before I could remember what was going on, where I was, was it 08:00PM or 04:00AM, I found my head was stuck in between his thighs. While I looked in. Next he ran his hand up and down my shoulder before letting his hand rest on my breast. He gently squeezed my breast through my tank top. “Wow” he whisperedHe slid my tank top up and slid his hand up my sleek stomach until his big hand reached my breasts. He gave each breast a squeeze before starting to play with my right nipple. I had to do all I could not to let out a moan. I started grinding my ass slowly up and down his pole, he started working the other way as he started thrusting. He. The girls thanked me and asked if they could do anything for me. For the rest of the week at college, the girls of the sorority and Elizabeth treated real well. They made lunches for me and bought me small gifts. I thought I had it made with Elizabeth. I even had a great date with Elizabeth over the weekend. I was her hero.On the following Monday in class, it seemed like things changed. Elizabeth was no longer worshiping me as her hero, and I didn't get a free lunch. I thought that my.