Or junglee admai apni 3 inch ki lumbi or motti chore zubaan didi ki choot pay phairta or phir apni zubaan pore andar daal dayta .or didi seskiya layna...suru kar dayte .Itnay main junglee didi ki tango main uth kar gotnno kay bal ho gaya . or apna lumba motta loray ka motta head , topa . rakha to aysa laga jasay didi ki choot chop gaye ho , or phir os nay kamar pakar kar dhaka mara . or choot kay mu ko chirta hoa andar guss gaya .or didi ki lumbe se aaaaahhhh niklee or didi nay apnay poray haath. It was a couple months after my 20th birthday that I started dating this guy Sean. He was 20 years older than me and very freaky. He was everything I wanted in a man at the time; successful, handsome, great in bed and willing to eat my pussy till the cows come home. Back then, I was really turned on by getting my pussy eaten, it made me feel powerful.It was Friday night and Sean and I just got in from dinner, he usually sleeps at my place every Friday and I sleep at his on Saturday. Routined. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the. The next night I had her lay down on my fuck bench, I had Andy, Bobby, Police Sergeant Bob, and Todd, there. We pulled a train on Brittany all night. I started her off none to gently after Ashlynn strapped her to the bench, I walked right up between her legs, pulled her wet lips apart and plunged my cock in balls deep, pulling out till just the tip of my cock head was still in, and then plunged in again, long stroking, trying to split Brittany apart with my cock. As soon as I was finished.