Tabhi kavita ne apna tshirt utara or boli chal aab is ko choos or bata ki dudha (milk) hai ki nahi me palta or dekha to dekha hi raha hi raah gaya usk... boobs to neelu didi se bade the or usne apna goora goora booba mere muha me ghusad diya or jor jor se dkha marna shuroo kiya jaise koi lund choot me ghusad raha hoo or saath apna hat mere barmude me ghusana shuro kiya to maine pucha kya kar rahi hoo to boli ki beta tere ojare (lund) ko bahar nikal rahi hoo maine pucha kon sa ojar to boli tera. I rolled over on the mattress and then this is where the best part happened i had K's cock now in my face my mouth wrapped around his cock licking and sucking it and i had S with his mouth wrapped around my cock.i was going to town on K's cock next thing you know he is telling me that he was almost about to blow and was asking me where i wanted his cum, to which i replied i want it on my face and in my mouth, i think this was something that K liked because in about 10 seconds after i said that. Maria and I became the soul of discretion after that. My apartment wasn't a high-risk area, because there weren't any other players living on the premises, and my public image was still pretty much on a par with the guys on the University of Maryland lacrosse team.A few folks might have had raised eyebrows at seeing a pretty white girl going into the apartment of One of Those People, but Baltimore wasn't Macon, Georgia, and nobody said anything.But Maria's accountability, her need to show up at. I sit down opposite him. His ritual remains unchanged. He opens his laptop and starts working. In the meantime, I read "God-damned days on a god-damned globe" by Dimitri Verhulst. I regularly hear deep sighs from behind his laptop. 'You are certainly dealing with a heavy discourse,' I ask. 'It's not really about the content, it's about the formulations,' he tells me. "Just let me take a look, I'm just reading Verhulst, he knows how to describe to the point," I say boldly. He invites me beside.