The old guy was stroking his dick over his pants. Now my other is to see and play with cocks.I don’t like to suck or eat the cum, but just hold it ...in my hands and play with it. My evil side has started taking over me. I went near the old guy and started removing his pants. He tried to kiss me. I didn’t want that. All I wanted was the cock in my hands.He got a little angry. He started calling me names, “Thevidiya thana nee?” (Aren’t you a slut?). I acted like I didn’t understand. He pulled my. She began to cry, a lost child so harmed by her previous indiscretions for which she was about to pay generously. She uttered no words as the black man spread her legs, holding them wide for approval. He reached for the thong and with his two powerful hands, ripped it from her pelvis. The girl sobbed and her body shook with fear. It was the most traumatic moment of her young life.Gus put his knees between the wide-spread thighs and his hands reached for the two globes which were extremely. "Are you cold?" he asked. "Yes. Freezing." "I know a way we can make it warmer." He smirked. "Just until the snow is gone." I sighed. Michael smiled in victory and kissed me. I kissed him back and traced circles on his chest with my nails. We walked off towards the bedroom. I unbuttoned Michael's jeans and pulled them down, throwing them unceremoniously away. I could see his delicious cock forming a tent in his boxers. Slowly inching them away, I felt my pussy secrete juice onto my panties.. I started to relax it, always something I have to concentrate on because it simply wants to tighten when ever something pushes against it. As I relaxed he was able to force his tongue into me, and at the same time he started rubbing and tugging my balls. Beautiful, sexy, my cock wishing he would pay it a little attention too. But that wasn't to be. He pulled away, squeezed a little KY on me and caressed it around and into me. The anticipation was killing me, it seemed like hours while he was.