Lord was it difficult! She screamed, which I cut short by reaching way forward and clamping my hand across her mouth. No sense in having anyone burst ...n on us. I kept pushing forward, watching fascinated as inch after slow inch was forced inside her. She continued screaming into my hand. After the pounding I had just taken this felt like heaven, slow and tight. Though, I would have to say that compared to something like sex with Oriana, I would probably find this uncomfortable. Finally I. He mentioned to exchange numbers and talk to each other so that we don't feel awkward during the scene.I got her number and wanted to text her right there. But I waited and thought about sending it later in the night.Next part is in chat which made me really comfortable for the dream sequence: I will refer me as M and Kenisha Awasthi as KA.M- Hello KenishaKA- HiM-How are youKA-Kaise yaad kiya Janab neM-Aise hi wo director ne bola tha to kar diyaKA-Acha tumhara man nahi tha sirf director ke. My boy pussy was full and taking every inch of that handle. Before I knew it I was going faster and faster.. I didn't even notice my other hand jerking my 4 inch cock. All I could think about was being fucked by that hard brush handle. It was driving me towards an orgasm and all I could think about was more and more, faster and harder. I wanted that handle to fuck me like I was meant to be fucked. Before I knew it my cock was shooting off in my other hand. I didn't care I just wanted that. “Watch…” she said, and lay back on the sofa.She began gently caressing her thighs with her fingers and running her hands up her body. She took her heavy breasts in both hands and squeezed them, pinching at her hard nipples.“Mmmm…” she moaned softly, never taking her eyes from his.She slowly spread her legs wide as she slid a hand down to her pussy, and began to gently stroke the pouting pink lips. She sighed softly.Then she slid two fingers into herself, pushing them deep inside her slick bald.