I found the right opening and asked her nonchalantly:Jeet: Baby, I was thinking about a gift for our anniversary.She held my elbow, resting her head o...n my shoulder. I sniffed her head, drawing a whiff of her sweet smell, that was still enough to give me an instant boner. Looking at my swelling package, she replied:Shimona: Shona, your nunu (cock) is my gift.Jeet: I know, baby, how about another nunu?Shimona: You mean a toy, hahaha.Jeet: Maybe a real Toyboy session.Shimona: Really!She looked at. There are so many things I don’t know!” she wailed.“Hi,” said the boy who had rocked both our worlds. He looked harmless, standing there in a T shirt and shorts. “What’s there for breakfast?”“Pop tarts,” I said, resisting the sudden urge to push him back into the bedroom and get my bell rung.“We should really eat better than that,” he said, sounding grumpy.“You go out and get a job to pay the bills,” I shot at him.“How do you pay the bills?” asked Melody.“You don’t want to know,” I said. “It’s. She kept pressing the dick. Also she kept asking questions to which I had no answers. After a minute, man I dont know if it lasted a minute I cummed. She felt the heat also the wet patch over my black jean was clearly visible. She laughed and I had this shame look all over my face.She asked me to get up and said me that she ll help clean that out. She held my hand and took me to the washroom. My maami took some water in her hand and started cleaning the jean. Every touch made my dick erect and. The acoustics of my overhang allow for a symphony of blissful moans, as though my imagined lover was just as pleased as I.Again and again, my fingers pull me close to climax, only to halt to a torturous stop. I beg my imagined lover for more, desperate to find release! A sharp burst of wind finds its way across me, nearly slapping me in the face, and I can feel the intensity building within me. Groaning loudly, my symphony of near-orgasm groans echo from the walls. I suddenly find myself on my.