“Not to many, by the looks and sounds of it you’re enjoying yourself!” He replied still stroking his cock.Paula couldn’t answer, as her mouth ...as more than full, the guy between her legs was fucking her at a ferocious rate, her feet had been placed on his shoulders he was using his full length in her; she’d lost any form of momentum at this stage.It was her ninth that shocked her, he’d just moved from her mouth and was now fucking her pussy hard, she knew he was well endowed by the blowjob. I would think that stories submitted here might be a fake one as it is practically impossible in real life until I had an experience. Coming down to the story without wasting much of your time.I am 5′ 08 athlete body with an average 6-inch dick, people say I look like an African, but I am a desi boy working as an IT professional in Pune. Initially, my life was very boring with no much activities just to pass my time on weekends I would go to pubs either with my roomies or alone (as my roomies. “I wanna be your slave tonight.” “I’m not really a very good dom,” I said hesitantly. “Oh come on, I just want you to lead me around, tease me, and make me come a lot. No pain or anything.” She wiggled her shoulders. “You’re really good at making me come.” I grinned back, then shrugged my robe off my shoulders. “Hey, you’re nude! No fair” Rachel was eating me up as I struck a pose – legs apart, hands on hips, my landing strip of black of hair down my pubes as visible as the hard nipples on my. Kirsten gave a whoop as her round breasts, with their puffy nipples and its satisfying orbs came loose and swayed freely with her body as she swayed freely in the beat. She could see Paul's stare. And she laughed. Paul was so fucking uptight. What did it fucking matter what he fucking thought? She was up for it, whatever he fucking was. Through the sweat that drained off her forehead onto her eyes she could just about see other eyes on her coming from the other dancers, but they were just the.