We met for a cuppa coffee and my offer of dinner, (I always throw that in for good luck just so as to keep him at the table for a full hour), - and in...fact when I wanted to order he wanted to get to my flat and flex his wrists on me....I thought - "Fuck me - this could be good" so odered a steak and chips so as to increase the tension....When we got to my place, which is relatively well set-up, - whips I have to most personal tastes, (particularly mine), - he wanted to get right down to it, but. All rights reserved. No permission given to post elsewhere. The morning after, we walk hand in hand, meandering across The Strawberry Fields… only our footprints mar the smooth carpet of snow. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the only ones. But then we are so much in love we are. Us ke choot men kahin se thoda sa bhi gap naheen dikh raha tha. Thodi der tak usne apne lund ko yun hi uske choot men chhod diya, jis par wo bol padi, “Are mere pelu raja kya aise hi choot men lund daale pade rahoge ya chudai bhi karoge. Chalo ab dhakke maarna suro karo, meri choot ab har fauladi dhakke ke liye taiyaar hai.” Usne pahle dhire dhire Shalu ke choot men dhakka maarna shuru kiya phir dhire dhire us ke choot men dhakkon ka speed badhaane laga. Ab wo teji ke saath Shalu ke choot men. I pushed myself off my bed, but my leg scraped against something on my sheets, and it was wet. Did I squirt? I thought to myself. I thought it was amazing, I had never squirted before. If that is what squirting feels like, I wanted it to happen all the time. The thoughts of squirting flew around in my head, and eventually, the thoughts went to Billy. Immediately, I was thinking about what I imagined when I masturbated earlier. Already, I began to get wet. I didn’t want to get another pair of.