Fir mai uske boobs ko chat te hue uski chut tak gay, wa kya chut thi, mene uski chut ko chatne laga, uski chut ko mai mere muh se chodne laga, wo sisk...ya bharne lagi, aaaahhhhh aahhhhh shhhhh aaahhhhhhh rahul ahahahah rahul chato aaaahhh kha ja meri chut , bohot tadpati he aahhhh aaj tak meru chut kisine aesi chati nahi he, aur mera sir uski chut pr dabane lagi aur zad gai.Mene apna lund usko mu mai lene ko kaha , pehle usnd mana kiya lekin bad mai usne mera lund muh mai liya aur chusne lagi,. I grab under her butt so she is sort of sitting on my locked hands, she tightens her legs around my sides, and she says "Ho!" and I started trotting around her apartment. It's great that she lives alone, right? She leads me around with the reins, and when she wants to go faster she raises the crop and I start "galloping" around. This goes on for ten minutes or so, I'm getting tired of carrying her, and at this point I start to wonder what the people who live downstairs must be thinking. But. “And I think you are fucking beautiful!” I say, deliberately crude but utterly sincere. I smile as she presses her face into my chest. I am going to burst with my confidence, so good do I feel.Soon the music stops and DJ-Twat plays rap music. Instantly, Linda and I are left alone on the dancefloor. I allow her to pull away from me, my prick huge, sticking out in front of me. It is not possible to manipulate it as I am in the open, so I have to walk with it back to the alcove where Mike waits. Go talk to him. We need to know. Damn shame your radio's on the fritz." He shook his head and picked up his heavy binoculars. "Where's the other scout?"I caught up with her as she was about to mount the short set of steps. "Got time for me?" I asked in a whisper."Get in line," she said with a laugh and hurried out.Anna McIntyre was only twenty, fresh out of some girls' school in the West and undoubtedly the best pilot that we had of the four tiny scout planes the Annapolis carried, leftover.