— and he was shooting, he was shooting, he was inside her mouth, inside it — indian — the earth was moving, it was moving, I tell you — —and he was heaving as much as if he'd run a race, heart thumping, uttering praise to all the gods of Christianity and Hinduism. His own goddess lay beside him with a satisfied look, humming to herself, stroking his hair. Tony opened his eyes to see that sweet face in front of him, her expression sly. Manjula opened her mouth. There it was, the white pool, the subject of so many dreams, so many late nights. Her slow, smiling swallow was like nothing Tony had seen in porn. It was an act that hit him straight in the guts. So many years of waiting, of dreaming, of fantasy, had crossed the line into an unbelievable reality. Tony could not contain himself; he burst into tears. Manjula took him in her arms. She lay there holding him, soothingly, comfortingly, for a long time. Liked it? Vote again! Comment again! On to Chapter 6! "Dad!" she whined. "Daddy that tickles!" "I know it does, baby. I love it," he told her. He was on top of her, in her bed, crushing her against the mattress with his big beer belly and his thick, hairy forearms were wrapped around her. He had his left hand on top of her pretty little blonde head, pulling it to the side as she protested, so he could tickle her neck with his mustache, his elbows pinning her arms to her sides and his bulk spreading her thighs wide open. She was trying to shake her head like "no no no" as he blew another raspberry against her neck, making her thrash around in his arms, ankles kicking in the air. "Mom said- mom said we're not supposed to be alone together anymore- Aah!" she laughed and howled again, trying to shrug away from him but totally at his mercy. "It's fine, baby, we're just gonna have a little fun. Our little secret," he whispered. "You keep saying that but- Aah!" she howled again, kicking and laughing uncontrollably. He slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt and unclasped her bra. He pulled the hem of her shirt up over her head and pulled her bra up, pinning her wrists against the mattress in a tangled mess. Her nipples were pink and big and standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling. "How about this?" he said. Shifting so he could lick her belly, sticking his tongue into her belly button and wiggling it around. "It tickles!" she shouted at the ceiling. He licked up her belly and in between her perky tits, swirling his tongue around her nipples while she shouted and begged for mercy, sliding his free hand up the back of her thigh, shoving it up her shorts and squeezing her butt and even touching her anus with his finger. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we began to move together. On your knees,” Jenn ordered. The guys in town were very much afraid of them, that is if they had any sense about them at all. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She stretched her hands back, placing them on her brother's thighs and moaned sensually as she continued grinding her moistening cunt onto his prick. “Use your teacher-pet however you want. "Tell us you'll be a good pledge!" She squeals and beams at me. “No. But don’t make me do that. I marched toward the door, watching Julia’s gaze turn from lust to alarm in a second. Destroying the other Pak 40 behind the trench line. I love speedos (my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other guys in speedos, and speedos have always been a fetish of mine). When we were both fully impaled, we sat up and began making out with each other. Just indian enjoy it, okay?” She reaches toward me. A pale mist surrounding her hand. Hearing that, Erin swallowed my dick again and began fucking her mouth with it. This mate of Ryan’s is a big bloke and he easily scooped me up into his arms and we started walking back up the beach. “Oh, sure,” I said. She was bending over the pool table again, and although I was now a bit further away than before, once again the thong was really grabbing my attention. After the square, the loincloths led us into quite a few of the bars. Wouldn’t it be crazy if he’s fucking a chick in his bed and I’m fucking her best friend in mine and we reach over and high five, now that’s friendship. She cried out, yes, it hurt, damned right it hurt, through the pain she smiled, “I love you Ryan.” But What really gets them all worked up in a tizzy is to give a rapid fire tug on the tips like this! I get that.” She brushed her blonde curls back from her face. Next day police collect Bhuller's dead body and it's balls (testicle) from the woods! It was everything I could do not to lean forward for relief but this was becoming the most erotic experience in a long time and it was coming from a machine. The room fell completely silent as they processed what I’d just said. As Tracey watched several women were being led off the platform by the men holding them by the arms looking much more sinister, their purpose much more clear now. ‘What Isabelle? His every suck sent pleasure zapping down to my twat. It was incredible. I felt my eyes get heavy with tears as I missed her very much but was so glad that she wasn’t here yesterday. As I slowly lost the battle to sleep, it became inevitable that nothing would happen tonight. It had a clear view of her face, of her tits, of her splayed cunt. Reluctantly, mostly because she was naked, she stood. "Sure, Carl," Jerry said to me, as he was playfully finger-rubbing some of his sperm all over the head of my dick. "Oh, damn!" Her hands lay crossed on her abdomen. Harry was streaking toward the ground at breaking speeds and lifted himself up just in time with the snitch in hand.