Aj to tere har har ched ki pyaas mita dunga teri choot ki to maa chod dunga kutti sali.Fir anty ko apne uper le kar zor zor se chodne laga lag bhag 15... mint aur chodayi ka bad mera land bhi pani chodne wala tha to maine anty ko bala kahan chordunAnty: andar hi chord de tera pani apni choot me lena haiMai: q bachcha paida karna hai kya maraAnty: haan tare bachcha paida karugi dal de apna pani meri pyaasi choot meFir zor zor se chodta hua anty ki choot me jhad gya mera bahot pani nikla tha mai. He just wanted to go home."Hph hph hph" he hyperventilated through his nose, bucking helplessly as the panic welled up in him again. He couldn't even beg to be set free. The dildo lodged into his throat was making it hard to breathe. Her weight on his knees grew unbearably painful. He felt claustrophobic, faint..."Cock ties give piggies a beefier hard-on when you use them here" the sensuous red-head went on, ignoring his panic attack and cinching it tight at the base of his cock. "See? Blood. This floor was similar to the first floor, with hallways dimly lit and doors on each side. As I walked down the hallway, I noted the numbers on the doors. There were doors partially opened with naked men reclining on the beds, some jacking, some just sitting and a few on their stomachs, backside exposed. I found my room at the end of the hall. In the room was a single bed built on a wood platform, a metal locker like the ones you would find in a gym. The light switch was rheostat allowing one. Back to where I was sitting. Around all the benches in the departure lounge. Back to the window. Over to me. Plop back down only to squirm around in her seat till she hoped up to start the whole routine again.I also don’t think she was even remotely aware of the effect she had on the other passengers. Ash had on her little pink plaid kilt, a matching white, with pink piping blouse, her white and pink striped knee socks, that fit like thigh highs on her tiny frame, with clunky Mary Jane’s , and.