I did not understand what was going on, but her willingness to allow my dick to touch her, but not his, increased the pressure in my chest.I rubbed my...dick on her face, as if I were going to do 'The Itch'. She ignored me, keeping her eyes on my cousin and pressing against me whenever he stabbed at her face. I watched their dance, enjoying her acceptance of my touch and denial of his.Iris turned her face up and looked at me. She was frightened but not much. Somewhere in the selfishness of my. .Shot lagana aur boobs chusna sabhi ek hi sath ho raha tha..Shruti: purana aat tak thambu nako aaahhhh (Pura andar dalo ruko maat aahhh)Aaahhhaa… aur jor se aahhhaa….Uske baad maine usko missionary position mei fuck karna shuru kiya…Ess position mei mera lund uske andar chala gaya tha.. ek bhi inch bahar nahi tha….kya batau yaaro.. puri jannat ki sair ho rahi thi….Tabhi usne kaha.. please roka maat.. aur jor se karo…sur jor se..Aur mei bhi speed badha di..Shruti: aaaha hhaaa aaahh ahaa…Aur hum. It was good work, I loved it and damn did I make good money! A lot of the houses I went to were just suburban paradise type houses, but on occasion I did have to venture into the woods; passing private property and beware of dog signs. I have always been good with people, I could talk even the most dick head people into letting me in to show them what I was selling. I'd talk them into letting me inside, and before I even threw out my sales pitch, I would spend an hour just conversating with. I was lost in a lustful frenzy. I told himto cum. I begged for it. I called him My Man. I called him Daddy. Ibegged for his cum. I told him I was his slut to use. And then..." What?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "What happened then?" I almostscreamed."Then he came". She said. "He came like I can only imagine a god wouldcum. Like a porn star. Like a real man. He shot thick ropes of cum acrossthe booth. It hit the far wall. I could feel every spurt leave his cockwith both of my hands. It was so.