Mai masti me aawaze nikal raha tha or chudai k baare me soch raha tha. mere nazar uske nange badan pe padi to me or mast ho jata or sochne lagta ki ky... kaamal ka maard hai or itaka itna mota or lumba gaand fadu lund hai or ye mere lode ko pagalon k taraha chus raha rhai. wo mere jhant pe thuk thuk k chat raha tha or mai uske mund ko muth mar raha tha. mere hantho ka kamal milte hi wo garam hota jaa raha tha or utne hi speed de mere lund ki chusaai bhi kar raha tha. me use ” Chooso or chooso ”. . " For whose life?" I asked very cautiously, uncertain if this was really the right direction to go in his current state."My son's... No... Not my son... My son... I... I must save them... From his... He doesn't know... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he screamed as he violently shook his cell's door."LISTEN! Charles! Listen to me!" I yelled, holding the key out beyond the bars where he could see it. "I think this key will open your door. It doesn't match the symbols on the two locks across the. Then another, making her cry out in passion. Her body jolting at the sensation flashing through her. Oh Christ, fuck me. She squealed at the final orgasm build to its peak then died slowly. Again it seemed that he was absorbing her orgasm into him, feeding off it. His skin now glowed faintly. He was taller, his chest wider, and his cock thick inside her. He slowed his thrust, just for a moment. Giving him enough time to quickly turn her round on him. Now she was hanging face first over the. ”My eyes were locked with her as she said that. I’m sure I was blushing as my gaze shifted to the floor--and my little penis--then to the two nurse’s faces, then back to Dr. White...slowly making my way up her toned legs, flat tummy, large breasts, to her beautiful face that was watching me check her out. My heart raced and penis throbbed all over again as I briefly imagined that scene.I corrected myself. “Intercourse. My wife does not cum from our intercourse.” “Does she derive any pleasure.