I shuddered at the feel of his dick sliding into me. The big, thick shaft thrust into my snatch. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down on him, still wr...thing and spasming. My pleasure still surging through me.“Oh, god, Clint!” I whimpered, staring up at his face dripping in my pussy cream. The tart aroma filled my nose.He grinned down at me, his cock soaking in my writhing cunt. He savored his handiwork, letting my orgasm ripple through me, massaging his cock while he just watched me. I trembled. At times, he had to strain to hear what she said. Kristel was unsure of her English and Bill knew even less Russian. There were many awkward pauses, the most awkward was toward the end of one call, when Bill quietly said, "I love you."The pause after that voiced hope was almost painful to Bill. There was no way to move back from having said it and yet as the pause lengthened he was sure that he had spoiled their relationship, sending him into a near panic. Then in almost a whisper, he heard. This story is about me and my ex gf, I am 23 years old working in Bangalore. I love flirting and eating pussies.Her name is Ayesha and we were in relationship for almost 6 months but broke up because her parents got to know about us. Once I was buying clothes in a mall and I saw Ayesha , even she was there shopping I smiled at her and told hi, she came close to me and told hi and we started chatting about its been a long time and all those shit. I asked offered her dinner and she told okay, so. But she was not in the condition that Tom hoped he would find her in. In his imagination, Judy would be dressed in only a pair of black stockings and suspender and nothing else. And she would be teasing her pussy with the pink dildo he bought her couple of years ago.Instead, Tom found his wife asleep in the middle of the bed. She still had some of the office clothing she picked for the day on her body. Her pink cotton cami top was a crumbled mess on the floor next to the bed. Next to it was her.