.. I just want more. Pressing it deeper in I make it to the first ridge. These ridges are an inch thicker than the shaft, I feel spasms of pleasure th...ough my wet messy pussy as my cock throbs and starts to leak precum. I take a taste as my cock grows even harder getting bigger as the head swells to the size of a large knob. I hold it and pull my fat cock head as I rock back and forth on the massive toy in my ass. Pressing and pulling the first ridge in and out. Now I'm getting closer to the. I rang the bell. A voice came from inside, “Come Inside, the door is unlocked.”I went inside.I saw her.There she was standing in black saree.The saree was transparent. I could see her navel through it. About her assets, it should be roughly 34-30-36.Yes, she got a big perfectly shaped ass. With her fair complexion, I could imagine fairness of her boobs.The room was perfectly lit for a passionate sex session.She offered me a glass of red wine. I asked about her personal life. She was a doctor by. ” Rubbing his pussy-soaked fingers around in my mouth, he led me to the sofa in the adjacent living room, where I had left some bike repair crap strewn across the floor. I was thrown face first over the back of the couch, and he suddenly had a bungee cord, which soon had my hands tied behind my back. Needless to say, the camisole and wrap were long gone. I heard a belt loosen, some fabric hit the floor, and the sudden smack of his hand against my ass cracked the still summer air. I let out a. .. a memorial.He closed his eyes. Kelly. Four years. You'll move on, they said. Move on from what? Loving her? Why would he ever want to do that?"I miss you." He spoke it aloud, as if she could hear the words. As if spoken thoughts carried more weight than silent ones. Perhaps that was true. Certainly, hearing her answer back would be more impressive than thinking he heard her in his mind.More frightening as well.The wind sent a chill through his body. He sighed. Squatting, he placed a red rose.