.tabhi woh meri gaand maarta hua bola ki meri patni bhi gaand nahin deti…………….hum jo bhi prsotitutes pakarte hain saali woh bhi chut de deti...hain lakin gaand nahin deti…………..isliye gaaand ka pyaasa rehta hun…………….uski baatein sunkar mujhe bhi chaska aa gaya……..main bhi aage-peeche hokar usko apni gaand daan karne lagi……….woh bhi poore maaze se meri gaand thok raha tha……bare aaram se poora lund andhar daalta aur bahar nikalta …..pehli baar use kisi ki gaand maarne ko mili thi isliye bare maaze. He raised his head and saw me….with my tool inside his mouth…he released it..i went in rain and washed it… he too standing with me…in the rain…I kneeled down and imeediately took his tool in my mouth and started to taste it..its really good to suck in rain…I holded his ass and started to suck it hardly..i bitted the tip and kissed hard..mean time my finger found his hole and rubbed it… he started to escape from my grip…but I hold strongly…he told to leave…but I replied by sucking his. His vision shuddered and blurred to a single point as saliva dripped from his widened teeth before being washed away by the powerful shower’s spray. His heavy breathing had found a terrible lustful cadence. In this moment there was only fulfillment. The aches in his stretched muscles and groaning pain of his very bones were forgotten, washed away by the needful pulsing of his loins.The orgasm wouldn’t end. The blows of pleasure could seemingly only grow in intensity and power. The force of it. Why did he have to be so hot when I was at my worst? I need to shower, I muttered and tried to convince my feet that the bathroom wasnt that far away. Josh said nothing when I walked past him, and I assumed he would still be there when I got back. I sank down on the toilet, my head in my hands while I did what everybody needs to do first thing in the morning. I opened the water in the shower, bravely keeping the hot water tap closed for the first few seconds. The icy cascade raining over me.