“Mine,“ was all the jock said. Four ropes of sweet white sperm shot out the piss-slit and onto the coach’s chest and stomach. His cream was thic..., viscous, and plentiful.Baxter was breathing very heavily. “Fuck, this is so fuckin’ hot,“ he grunted as he shot his nut onto the window in front of us. Baxter had extremely large, low-hanging balls that were obviously bloated with cum. His load was voluminous, as much as I had ever seen anyone shoot.That’s when Coach Pedrick came as well. His cum was. Thus I left it this afternoon burning, a resemblance of Sodom, or the last day. London was, but is no more! The Journal of John Evelyn – 3rd September 1666 *** The summer of 1666 had been sweltering hot, with barely any rain to wash away London’s stench. “What’s that smell?” Anne asked. “Rotting fish and faeces?” Meggi ventured, stepping round a stinking mound. Lombard Street was never the most pleasant of places, even by slum standards but the dry weather had reduced the central drain to a. Sir: yeh kya bol rahe ho.Me: wahi jo andar ho rha tha.Phir maine sir ko side kiya aur door khol kar madam ko bahr nikala. Mam ki pajama abhi bhi utra hua tha. Sirf salwar ka upar wala pehni hui thi jiska shoulder se boobs tak neeche tha. Dekhne me ekdum hot maal lag rahi thi. Use ese dekh kar kisi ka bhi mood ban jata use chodne ka par pata nahi sir sirf blowjob karwa kar hi kyun chor diye.Me: sir ye wale experience ka bol rha me. Or mam ap bhi bade maze me the…Dono dar gaye aur bolne lage kisi. I kissed her on her cheeks.She put her hands around my neck & very soon we got involved in a deep kiss. I started to suck her lips & she did the same to me. Alternatively, we were sucking each other’s lips. We became hot & my hand travelled from her head to her boobs. That was awesome feeling. For the first time in my life I was cupping a woman’s boob in my hand. They were big, they were soft. I continued pressing her boobs over her cloths. He also became excited. Her boobs became stiff & her.