Aur neeche jate hue mera stomach aur mera abdoman ko kiss karte hua mera lund tak pahonchti hai. Woh mere lund ko hath mein leke masalti hai. Aur jeeb... nikalke pink top ko jeeb pe ragati hai hilate hua lund mera. Upar se halka sa garam paani mere sharir pe gira jaa raha hai.Fir woh mera lund ka top muh mein leke chusti hai. Uski jeebh mere top par ghuma rahi hai. Fir chusti hai lolipop ki tarah. Uske baad hath hata deti hai aur mera gand pe rakhti hai. Aur zor se dhaka deti hai mujhe uski taraf. Birth control was primarily condoms and diaphragms, as well as judicious timing of coital acts. It had been mostly successful since she surrendered her virginity to a charming boarder not long after starting the business. There was one slip-up which had required an abortion and thus she also championed for those rights for women.Although her sex life had been serially monogamous up to this point, sometimes with a boarder and sometimes not, she had decided to quit giving it away since building. Tom let his mind seek and linger on the events of the past few days. His spirit was refreshed by the soothing sounds of the Nakota Sioux. Though he was far from his homeland, he was at peace with himself and where was. There was one nagging thought that even the flute music couldn’t get out of his mind. He would tell the sheriff about the pitch fork and see what his thoughts were.When Tom got back to town, he went straight to the boarding house. He had seen a sign on the front porch yesterday. I shimmied down to his cocks level for a better look as I slid his soaked underwear down. And you’ll never believe it. More fucking shaft popped out. It hit me square in the face. I moved my face, but I could clearly smell the sweet cum and his precum had splashed a tad on my face. He was so drenched in cum that its smell on his dick was highly present. Any way, I looked at his cock… It had to have been way more than fucking 9 inches. After taking lots of pics, I held my phone up to his shaft….