Uske legs ko khula kar diya aur mera mota lund uske naram choot ke upar rakh ke ragar ne laga. Aur phir mai ek jor ka jhatka mara taaki mera lund uski...choot mey poori tarah se ghus jaaye. Wo to chilaa uthi aur apne bache (joki usee double cot mey sorahaa tha) ko dikhaate hue kahaa ki “nahee merey raja, nahee munna jag jayega. Chalo haal mey jaate hai aur tum mujhe vahaa sofa pey chodnaa”. Mai jhat se uske Lips ko French kiss kiya aur bola “nahee ki bachi roj to anchal sarak sarak ke mammey. The shock of the bottle entering me, coupled with the still cold sensation of the empty beer bottle made me yelp out in shock and pleasure, while also sending a chill up my spine.After a few minutes of being bottle fucked, I then felt the object pull out of me as Ravi who was actually quite overweight, then climbed on top of me laying his full weight on my petite body. He then slid his 5½ inch cock into my sore pussy, as I felt the length of his penis slide up into my now wet and freshly. But the instant he touched my hand and looked into my eyes, I knew the answer. His gentleness gave me chill bumps. His touch was electrifying. When he leaned in to kiss me and his warm lips touched mine, I knew the answer. I was going to let this man do anything he wanted to do to me. His lips were warm and soft and he kissed deeply and passionately. His tongue darting in my mouth and me returning mine made my panties moist instantly. His hand running through my thick, curly auburn red hair in. "Yeah, you have to. Hey, is it true that black guys don't eat pussy?" "No." Then the phone rang. "Fuck!" Colleen protested before picking up the receiver. "Hello? We're still talking. Yeah, you left your cigarettes here." She sat down beside me and took my cock in her hand. "Now?! Fine." She hung up. "I bet you eat pussy real good too, huh?" "Spread your legs." For half a minute, I sucked her nubbin, one hand slapped into the couch arm and she pulled my head away with the other. "Get.