" Which feeling is that?" Your prick hardening against my belly." And she gave a little wriggle to promote the sensation, before leaning back and aski...g, "Do you like my tits?" Do you like talking so bluntly?"Her blue eyes held his, "When I talk about sex, I like to be explicit. Should we get on with it?" And she flopped back onto the bed.Mike crawled alongside her and asked, "Would you tell me something.?”"Go ahead." Do you have something against foreplay?" Against the almost formulaic nature. Our owner (madhu ) came to know about this she started teasing me i tried my best hide myself but no use so opened up feelings straight said i love to see her in that position initially she threatened me she will tell her husband but i stand in my words continued my bond move. Finally she some convinced and i told i was mad about her beauty .I even started commenting on lips , ass upper part she just naughtily for that.On one fine day i was in office i texted her i want fuck her 1st she refused. It was just above-average for arat in every way.I didn't tell anybody any of this, of course. But I was fairly surethat it meant I had something that was useable, something that I couldtry on myself without fear of any sort of Algernon or Hyde effect. Noreversion, no loss of control.And so I found myself in my attic, standing before a beaker of yellow-green liquid, about to cross the boundary between science and sciencefiction. Everyone from H.G. Welles to Stan Lee wrote about things. He was inside her and couldn't move it out anymore, she was coming! And then she bit him into his shoulder.The convulsions threw him over the edge too, but he wouldn't let her win.If she wanted to be a b**st, they'd both become b**sts.While already shooting his load into her hungry slit, he pulled up both of their trembling bodies from the ground.Only this was successful in removing his prick just a little bit from her.And then he let them crush onto the ground, over and over and over.He kept.