Vo mere muh per chut ragad rahi thi jis se mujhe saans lene me bhi dikkat ho rahi thi per kya karu muje chut ki ganga me bahna bhi to tha.Uski chut jh...l jesi gahri thi jitna undar jibh dal ke chusta tha utni hi jyda garam hokar pani ki dhar chod rahi thi jitni gahrai me jata tha utni rasili ho rahi thi.Aisa lag raha tha ki kitne sare raj chhupe huye hai is gahri jhil me. Mai apne charam anand per tha.Mene kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki chudai me itna maja aata hoga me chut ke ras ki ganga me naha. He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. Once James left, Tina moved in. She was really cute – about 5’4′, 125lbs with light brown curly hair, and brown eyes. She had some B cups, but they were really nice. And she had a spectacular ass. She had this one pair of jeans that made her ass look so good, anytime I would jerk off thinking of her, she would start in those jeans, me seeing her from behind. Being close in age, Tina and I had the same group of friends, and hung out often. At home we would occasionally smoke a little weed. He had no stretch marks, no chubby little tummy, and no saggy tits. After months of pregnancy and child rearing, she had long abandoned the feel of the soft, silky sheets against her skin for a pair of flannel bottoms and baggy t-shirt that hid her body from his sight. Before the baby, her tits were her best asset. They were the perfect size for his hands and a mouthful when he took them. White, creamy globes that loved the feel of the clamps connecting to her pussy; the tingling sensation.