Rohit: Sach bolu Nafeesa, Salman ka sun ke mera lund control hi nahi kar pa raha hai. Ye hi soch ke kabse khada hai ke Salman tujhe kaise chodega. Muj...e woh dekhna na.Main: – Tu pagal ho gaya hai Rohit.Rohit: – Sach bata, tu bhi excited hai na.Main: – Ha woh to main hu. Naya lund woh bhi mere cousin ka.Tabhi Rohit apne dono hath mere nipple pe rakh kar maslne lagta hai aur smooching karne lagte hai. Main ekdum wet ho jaati hu. Fir Rohit ek hath niche leke jaata hai pahle sexy navel. Fir dheere. “Fuck it,” she growled quietly. “I want you to fuck menow!” She unzipped my shorts and pulled out my nowraging hard cock. She pushed me to the sofa. As I layon my back she climbed on top, lifted her skirt,grabbed my prick and guided it into her wet love hole.I had never seen her like this. I was shocked but I washorny too. Now I needed relief.“You won’t even have to do any work, baby. I’m going tofuck you dry,” she growled. She began to move up. "You two are not telling me the reason, but if I have to guess I'd say it has something to do with sex." What sex?" Maryanne asked in a calmer tone. "There's absolute proof you're full of shit, Doc, because we don't have any sex."Mitch Romer really was a doctor, but it was funny how no one called him 'Doc' unless they were taunting him. He was a Doctor of Philosophy and he earned that becoming a psychologist. Marriage Counseling was a major part of his practice, and these two were in need of. It was then that I noticed that Chantz and Brittany were wearing thesame outfit that I was, except Chantz's shirt was red, and Brittany'swas blue. "We'll be entertaining some gentlemen tonight, and theywanted us to go with a patriotic motif," Chantz informed me. With that,she snapped a collar around my neck, stuck her pinkie in it, and leadme to the car, with Brittany following closely.We took off down the road, and soon we were in a familiar neighborhood.We were near my alma mater, UCLA. A few.