Maine achanak bina kuch soche samjhe bol diya k are aunty ise kyu dho rahi ho isme to itni achchi lagti ho aap vo ye sunkar mujhe ghoor ghoorkar dekhn... lagi aur boli k kya baat hai tujhe bada pata lagta hai k main kisme achchi lagti hun aur kisme nahi maine bhi mauke ka fayda uthate hue bolaAb kya karein 2 din se aapke sath reh rahe hain to ye sab to pata chalna hi hai is par unhone bas 1 wicked si smile di aur kapde dhone lagi lekin maje ki baat to ye ke unhone meri baat maante hue us nighty. The fantasy of me going to a bar and picking up some guy and screwing him in the alleyway is good and all, but I've come to the realisation that it's not quite dirty enough for me. I would need more from this mystery hunk of a man. Perhaps after we fuck against the brick wall in the alleyway, out in the cold night air, we get a taxi back to his house. There it can start all over for us. That quick fuck outside the bar was merely an appetiser. When we got to his house I would want my main course. She started where I left off and I started where she left off. She swallowed his cock and raised up. I knew she was running her tongue across the bottom of his cock head like she does me and I know how good it feels. I would not have been surprised if he had cum within a few minutes of her starting on his cock. I had started bobbing that 6” cock again and after a few minutes I felt it harden and next thing I knew I felt the first of several strong spurts hit the top of my mouth. I was able to. It must have sucked for him, but not as much as literal Hell would have, of course. At least in the throng, he wasn’t repeatedly circumcised after all.Or had a red-hot pitchfork rammed up his butthole, often while still aflame. I took considerable delight in constantly reminding him that if he slipped up enough, he would return to Hell for good this time. He would have no hope of anything more pleasant than everlasting torment after all. The longer he lived and pleased everyone, the longer he.