Bo boli, tum jote bol rahe ho, muje nahi karwana. Maine kaha ruku, phir maine1-2 dakhey mare aur kaha ki ab dard hua kay, bo boli kam gua is bar. Phir...maine halke-2 dakhey marne suru kiye. Usko maaja ane laga. Ab bo apney chutter utah ka neechey se reply karney lagi. Phir maine usey aisey hi 15 minute tak chooda. Mere lund ko maaja aah raha tha usey choodne mai. Uske muh se “choodo mere raja, choodo, maaja aha raha hai, pelo aur pelo, aur under tak dalo meri choot mai apna lund…….chood-2 kar. Nothing seems more natural and unnatural at the same time. Umut becomes Rumi, lost in the basest and most beautiful experience, knowing, somehow, the universe has ordained this moment, this moment when the Turk looks at his demi-god of a son sucking his freshly covered cock, giving him a pleasure he has never dwelt upon, but, which, presenting itself, takes his dominance to yet another level. The Turk is feeling his entire a****l interior, burning with the torture of knowing the price he is. I wiggled around on his cock while he came; I could feel him pumping, feel the spasms as he shot his load. He didn’t go soft right away, it took a little while. We made a mess while he did. His big creamy load ran down around his cock, leaked around my tight little rectum and on him, on the car seat. There was a little mess and a puddle for us to clean up.The second time was better. I was more relaxed, stretched and, still gaping a little when he entered me. We’d spread a blanket out behind. She kept herself looking beautiful, almost flaunting it in front of me, she would tease me by walking around half nude and changing in front of me.The owner of our gym, Phil, an ex attorney, had always tried to strike up conversations with Karin while we were working out, even when I was right there. Though she had continually ignored him in the past and politely brushed him off, I was stimulated by his approaches and a bit jealous of him. Things were now different.Now she was not brushing him.