He put his hand on the back of my head and started forcing it into my mouth little by little. Then suddenly, he forced it down my throat. I held there...for a moment, his massive cock gagging me. I could feel him getting harder and harder with every pulse of the vein. I sucked him as good as I could, trying not to gag as he pulsed in and out of my throat. “Good little cocksucker,” he said. “Keep sucking like a good little faggot.” He slapped my ass and gave the plug a tug. I was so nervous, yet. ?If I didn't stuff them to a B cup, I'd still be wearing a training bra.? I just couldn't bear the thought of wearing atraining bra at 17 years old. ????? I wore a cute black skirt and panties (ofcourse) down below.? My legs weresomewhat short but slim, and a lot of guys stared at my butt.? At least I got SOME attention! ????? Trisha, on the other hand, was 5' 9"and had C cups already (I checked one day when she wasn't at home).? And this stupid shirt just emphasized mysmaller size.? That's. She has “love” tattooed in red on her inner right thigh. I kiss it and linger awhile, admiring. On her left outer calf, she has a multi-colored Monarch butterfly. It is gorgeous and I kiss and caress it with my fingertips. Her panties are flowery, all different colors. Above her panties and below her belly button is a multi-colored flower, head-on. Each petal is a different color. I kiss and caress it as well. I rub and caress her pussy through her panties. I move one leg across and over. Slowly we started talking over phone and most of the time, the topic used to be sex. One day, while chatting on watsapp, as the topic was sex only, I asked her that does she miss her sex life?Shikha: Obviously yar, you know girls need more sex than boys once they have done it.Me: Hmm.. then you should make a bf as soon as possible :DShikha: Don’t even think about it, it’s better to be single.Me: but then what about sex, you are not getting it any way.Shikha: Hm.. true!! what about you.. are you.