"suck it." Seconds later I'm on my knees orally pleasing him. It had been a while and he was so big that it took 10 minutes to more fit more than 4 in...hes in. Once I did I started trying different techniques I know to find out what he liked. After a few minutes of sucking with strong suction his hips started pumping more and going another inch deeper down. 60 seconds later his cock starts twitching and the precum really starts to flow. Seconds later his balls tense up and leash a huge load. He. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. Fern was lying on my thighs. Her tongue still out and she continued to clean my genitals. Licking and cleaning all the juice that was ever left. I lay still and enjoyed the wet tongue. The occasional “slurp” sounds made me kinky and I was wondering if I had enough stamina to fuck someone like her who is regularly digged by not just other Indians who visit the pub but also so many whites and blacks. I was sure fern was digged so much that orgasm was perhaps the last thing she would have in her. Her head was thrashing from side to side as she half-heartedly wanked this lad off as she was shagged hard as her clit was being rubbed. Then she groaned louder and screamed out “Harder HARDER” as she groaned, the lad she was wanking also moaned as his spray shot out and landed on mums tits, it didn’t stop her enjoyment.The dark haired lad was fucking her harder and she was getting louder as she screamed “Yes, Yes, Yes, HARDER” then after another minute or so “Oh my God I’m coming” as he.