.." he said, almost pleading.Sandra nodded and began to slowly bob her head up and down. This apparently wasn't what he had wanted though, as he grabb...ed the back of her head by the hair and pushed it down with all of his might. At first Sandra gagged, but as her chin slid against his balls she relaxed her throat as she'd learned to do long ago."You're a little fucking whore, you know that? All women are." Eric looked over at Devin. "At least your husband accepts that. At least he likes how. I brushed my hair so that it shone. It looked beautiful.I went over to the closet and picked out several dresses that I thought might suit me. I tried them all on, but kept coming back to a little black number that looked great. I put it on and I thought that it was the best thing I had ever worn. The only problem was that I had a bulge in the front that spoiled the line of the dress. It was my scrotum. I was beginning to hate that growth. I wished that I could be rid of it.Just then Phillipa. Maine kaha bhabhi dard to nahi ho raha bhabhi boli mujhe bhabhi matt kaho naam se bulao sweetyy …or mera lund bhabhi ki tight pink chut mein poora ghus chuka tha mein bhabhi ko apne kund se dhakke dene laga or bol raha tha sweet i luv u pls jaan jyada mota to nahi hai na mera lund …or thoda sa hai poora ghusa loo tumhari chut mein….sweety bhabhi ko aisi baatein sunkar maze aa rahe the or sanju ko bhi wo boli aap aisi batein karte rahein maza aa raha hai or phir sanju aage aa gaya or bhabhi ne. We moved together to the music. Her body was warm and molded against me. Sliding my hands up and down her back, lightly caressing her. I could feel her nuzzling her face into my neck sending shivers all through me. The music changed to a heavy beat and suddenly the crowd was pressing in against us, pushing me into her as our bodies slowly grinded against one another like a living orgy on the dance floor. Everything became one there on the dance floor. I looked deep into her eyes and saw for the.