"Please fuck me, Monica. I want your cock so much," I pled. She applied more pressure, and I felt the head of her cock pop past my sphincter, and she ...pushed in and out but only an inch or so and began to fuck me in this shallow rhythm. "More, more. Deeper! Please deeper!" I continued to plead, and she would give me another inch, and another round of slightly deeper fucking would ensue, only leading to more pleading and ever so slight increases in the depths of her thrusts. Soon I was crying in. It was easily a million times better than the memories. I went about half way down on it and I knew he was comparing the memories too."Shit, fuck the memories, this is what I've been missing," Jack let out.He had been missing it, I knew it. I wanted to talk about it, but I missed sucking on his cock way too much. I wasn't about to take a break, even for a minute. I just wanted to fuck his brains out. I also wanted to look at his face, but I couldn't. He put his hands onto my head and I thought. Her complexion was milky white and she was fat and sexy. She was wearing a dark blue sari and her fat layered belly was so much exposed. I watched her as she went to kitchen to keep my empty glass. Her ass was so huge and it moved either side as she walked. Her blouse was a low cut one which revealed most of her back. Her body looked like strong, well built and healthy. This gave me an instant hard-on. Initially I thought I could come tomorrow when Murugan went to office but now I wanted her. “Well it depends. A lot of guys like a hairy bush.” I replied. “For me, I do like running my fingers through it but I guess if the ask is because someone is going to uh, perform oral sex then yeah, it’s kinda nice when it’s shaved”“Hmm OK, thanks” she responded.“Can I ask why you are asking this question?”“No reason, just curious”“OK well if you have any more questions I can help with just let me know then.”“Umm, Mark?” she said.“Yup”“I want to shave, but I’m scared I’m going to do it wrong..