His hands were really strong and beautiful; I could still feel the wetness of my pussy-juice on his right hand. I'd really been gushing when he'd fing...r-fucked me and I was really gushing now, having him tit-fuck me! He plowed his cock up against my neck as I pressed harder; he started easing his fingers back from my tits and I slid mine down. He took his hands away and put them behind my head, leaning on the couch. I went to it, pushing my tits firmly together so that Phil's cock was squeezed. I was looking into her eyes and fucking her. I could see bliss in her eyes.She was lifting her pelvis with every stroke and anticipated my moves. She was moaning out of love, her moans were the cutest I’ve ever heard. She was moaning, “ I love you, baby, fuck me, baby. I’m loving your fat boy in me. Bilkul negro jaisa dick hain tumhara. It has filled my pussy completely.”Though 2 inches of my dick was out after getting deeper into her. I increased my speed gradually and started fucking her with. I went back in the front room, gave my mate his cup of tea and sat down on the sofa. I sat there staring at my mate’s fit body. Horny bastard, sprawled out on the floor like that. He was engrossed in his magazine, didn’t know I was staring at him. He had a really fit body – smooth, hard, muscular, slim waist, great arse. What an arse. Nice round firm bum. Great arse framed by the elastic of his jock. I wanted to get up and put my hands on his bum, grab a feel of it, touch it, slap my big dick. "What the fuck have I been taking?" Fucking everything," said Tom. "There's fucking nothing you've not had..." 'Cept the smack that Al's got coming," said Eve. "We're all fucking bombed, girl. I'm as fucked as the fucking 'Stanis." Which fucking 'Stanis would that be, Eve?" asked Tom. "Would that be the Uzbekistanis, the Turkmenistanis or the Kazakhstanis?" Maybe the other ones," said Eve. "I don't fucking know, do I? They're all the fucking same. Pakistan first..." ... and India as well,".