Deeper, deeper, until my cock hit the barrier of her throat. She held me there for a moment and I let myself breath. Then she pushed down, forcing my ...ock hard against the back of her throat, squeezing with her lips and her tongue. I groaned; I couldn’t help it. I softly gripped a handful of her hair to pull her back. “Pen, stop. That’s too good. Pen?” She drew back until her pouting lips were just kissing my tip and then sucked me back in. “Oh God.” My eyes rolled back. She pulled back again. Those motherfuckers were back at it and they likely wouldn’t stop this time until we (well, collectively speaking) were forced to completely annihilate them. Frankly, I hoped that we did. It was time to clean the genepool, and those scum could be among the first to leave it.“Don’t worry. Our own guns are giving them far more hell, as you know. Rat bastards don’t fucking know how to use forward observers. They miss more than they hit, though what they hit does harm enough,” I pointed out to. I wont' be typing for awhile then >hornylady> u just work that cock for me sweetie and I'll do the same with my pussy for u. >Soccer_Steve> kSteve started to wank his cock. As he did so, pumping his shaft up and down with his fist, he watched the bald pussy on his screen. Hornylady was working her fingers all over her pussy, touching herself, running them up and down the lips, pushing into her hole and finally settling on her clit where they worked in a circle. Steve felt precum oozing slowly. We can go for any other alternatives.Bhavya: no charan, they are afraid that the matter might leak. I suggested them to take help from the very close person so they will be secured.Me: good then what should we talk about. Are we going to search for a guy?Bhavya: I already found him. It’s you.(I was surprised and shocked on hearing this. Even though I am happy I didn’t know how to react).Me: what? How can I do this? I am married to you bhavya.Bhavya: yes charan I know please do this for me. I.