To wo mere lund ko pakad k gor se dekhne lagi.boli kitna bada hay tumhara lund.ise main keyse lungi chut main.wo lund ka skin ko niche karke,balls ko ...aat main leke acche se dekhi aur hilane lagi.maine kaha ise chuso.to wo mana karne lagi.main jor kia to wo boli mere pas ek plan hay.aur uth ke fridge se chocolate shake layi aur mere lund par gira dia.thand k waje se mera lund fanfanane laga aur tuli fatak se pura lund apne muh main le li aur chusne lagi.mmmmm feel tha wo.ek to thanda chocolate. Some had rolled off onto the bed, but most glistened on her pussy. The smell of sex filled my nose as I inhaled its aroma. Remembering the fantasy of licking my brother's balls, I moved between Janet's legs and got a closer look. I licked up a drop off her lower stomach and felt unsatisfied with the amount. If I wanted taste more, I had to lick the cum off her pussy. Giving her a long lick, I tasted both of them. The taste of cock jism mixed with Janet's pussy cream. I found I wanted more of it. Anna moved down to the grey skirt which by now had ridden up to expose Fran’s tiny panties and a small damp patch was showing were it had already got wet by just being kissed and her nipples touched by this younger girl. Anna spread Fran’s legs apart and slowly licked the outside of her panties and pulled them to one side and then licked the wet lips apart to show her glistering pussy, Fran started to squeeze her nipples hard as she like for me to do that or even bite them as hard as I could. I hadn’t felt inspired since the night I painted Hope. I could convince myself that I was still working on art because I was learning something. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa joined me on the court Monday afternoon expecting to pick up where we’d left off, but I was way beyond that. She walked off the court after half an hour. I hardly noticed she was missing. I walked off the court an hour-and-a-half later, dripping sweat.“Where’d.