Aur mey use garden pe kiss karne laga voh ek Dum garam ho gayi thi aur shishkiya le rahi thi aiiiiiiiiiii ohhhhhhhhhh aur karoooooo jooor se kaaaaro. ...ir maine usko apna lund muh mey lene keliye kaha to voh mana karne lagi boli nahi maine pahele nahi kiya hai aise, maine kaha mai bolta hu vaisa karo bahut majha aayega…. Fir voh maan gayi aur mera lund thoda thoda muh mey le ne lagi fir to jaise Usko majha aane laga aur jor jor se mera lund pura muh me lene lagi aur lollypop ki tarah chus ne. She only allowed us guy’s the pleasure of feeling her up to please ourselves. I slipped my hand into her crotch taking her skirt in with me. As I felt the warmth of her pussy in the palm of my hand I also felt the texture of her skirt on my palm and the silkiness of her panties on the tips of my fingers too. Her skirt was just as short as it always was. I was tempted to finger fuck Jezebel but she really didn’t need it and she really didn’t want it either all she really wanted was for me to. He continued to thrust into me, his balls smacking my clit, and his dick filling me up more than I thought was possible. Finally, he came in my sore pussy, his hot cum filling me and making me cum one more time. He pulled out of me, and I felt his cum spill out of my cunt, dripping onto the mattress, to mix with my own love juice. I told you that you would be begging for more, he whispered as he flopped down on the bed beside me. I fell asleep with a sore but happy pussy. When I awoke, I was. What the hell was I doing here!I felt like crying, I was shaking. My life was so nearly over. Mybreaths were nothing more than sharp gasps as adrenalin shot through mybody, but I was forced to be absolutely still as I heard Mark make hisway to the door and then answer it.Then came the sound of a familiar feminine voice; "We have to talk." Iheard her walk into the house and the Mark followed her into anotherroom. The conversation was muffled, but I was curious to see exactlywhy my ex girlfriend.