Fir samne ki dewaar ke paas le ke maine saasu ma ko deewar se satka diya aur khade-khade hi deewar se dba dba ke unki chut marne laga. Bed pe chudai k...rta toh soft mattress ke karan jatke poore nahi lag pate par deewar sakth hone ke karan mera har jatka unki chut ko faad ke gaand tak ja raha tha.Unhe dard hone laga par maza itna aa raha tha ki unhone rukne ke liye nahi bola. Boli, “Aur jor se chod saale, Oooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, Aur jor se faad is chut ko, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, fuck me you. A young, Pakistani woman – dressed in a very non-Pakistani way… She’s perhaps a little too slim, not overly shapely, but very nice. We’re talking an 8 bordering on a 9.Facially – she’s in the same league… Very pretty, without being smoldering. Even a racist would score her an 8. A sane man would say 9!Despite the great body, pretty face, sexy red lingerie and high heeled boots – she manages to look almost sweet and innocent – especially when she lets loose with her wholesome white. That girl rolled her eyes and he walked towards to me.“Hey,” he said monotone.“I never heard from you.”“And I never heard from you.”I stopped for a moment. “Touchè”. An awkward moment filled the silence and the yearning in his eyes had faded.“Did you not have a good time?” I asked.“I had a great time, did you?”“Yea me too. It’s just-” I stopped.“It’s just what?” he probed.“It’s just you didn’t make a move.” He smiled a little.“Was I suppose to?”“Well, going from kissing me in the stairwell,. I justified it but telling myself that I had already ate his cream pie so how much worse could it be.I am writing this letter today to tell all you men who consider yourselves bulls and men who make women worship them that I did it. I sat next to Sylvia and sucked a huge cock while she kissed my neck and lightly pinched my nipples and played with my balls. My realization that women are the bulls and are in complete control came when Sylvia took her tongue out of my ear and whispered “Look how.