Woh mujhe boli ki tum mere sath flert kar rahe hoo. Too maine dhire 2 usse apne jal mai fasaya. Woo wi mujhe chahne lagi. Fir roj milne ka silsala shu...u huya. Ek din hamne rat nu bahar rehne ka program banaya kioki main usse chodna chahta tha. Woo wi mujpe poori fidha thi too woh wi mere sath sab kuj karne koo raji ho gyi. Ham logon ne rat ka program banaya aur usse mai chandigarh se bahar apne friend ke farm house mai le gya.Wahan pe koi nahi tha itna bada farm house aur ham dono akele. Fir. I moaned as Becca covered my crotch in warm butter.“This is so fucking kinky,” I told her, as I watched her pour the warm butter onto me.“Hey, I'm a naughty cheerleader,” Becca remarked. “It's what I do.”Then she snatched my cock with her right hand, gripped the base, and began to suck. I moaned as I watched my girlfriend give me a blowjob.As Becca sucked on my cock, I grabbed her miniskirt and pulled it back up. Then I began to spank her ass with my right hand. I spanked my girlfriend. Fir bhi main koshish karta raha par ”lund” andar nahi ja pa raha tha. Maine usse kaha Priya dheere-dheere to mera ”lund” teri ”choot” me jayega nahi. Lagta hai ek jhatke me pora ka poora dalna hoga. Thoda dard hoga. Kya tu jhel payegi? Usne bola ki tu chinta mat kar aaj chudne ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakti hoon. Fir maine apne ”lund” ka mooh uski ”choot” ke chhed par rakha aur khud uske upar let gaya aur uske lips ko apne mooh me bhar liya taki dard hone par wo chilla na paye.Ab bina der kiye. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively, then tenderly, called for her love. Her sweet angel tan body, luscious and curved like a motherly swan rescuing me from my low self-esteem. I, in strange, theatrical madness cursed her for her lack of love profession, for loving my face, my hair, my strong, powerful body, but not that crude disgusting thing lurking in my pants. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded,.