Agar koi married ya unmarried girl mujh se sex karna chahe toh woh mujhe mr.jimmy4u at gmail dot com par email kar sakti hai. mene use kaha ke mein bh...i tumse sex karna chahta hu toh phehla usne manna kar diya par mere baar baar kehne par woh maan geyi aur une plan banaya ke uske husband ke office jane ke baad aana aur usne apna address bhi mujhe de diya aur mein fir chandigarh geya aur uske bataye address par chala geya. aur door bell wajayi woh bahar aayii usne pink suit pehna huya tha aur aaj. She hesitated, looking off to the side, her black hair rolling over her shoulder as she did, her sweet lips parting slightly. ‘Do you like m– do you like my poetry?’ she stuttered. ‘I just started writing again when I came here to college. I stopped in high school because my mother told me I was awful, she said I was just pretending to be Anne Sexton, and I’ve always been afraid she was right.’ ‘She wasn’t,’ I said firmly, finishing my shot. ‘You’re spectacular. And did you know Anne Sexton. She looked at all the door numbers as she walked past them: nine, eleven, thirteen. At thirteen, she walked up to the door. She looked at the names next to the intercom on the wall, then back at the name on the piece of paper that one client had given her on his last visit. She double checked and triple checked that they were definitely the same. They were. Her heart pounding in her chest, she pressed the button."Hello?" asked a voice through the intercom. It was a man's voice, and judging by. She once again grabbed my head pulling it down into her asshole and flooded my face with Z’s cum. Like a good cuckold I cleaned her up from top to bottom. After I was done she pushed me away but not before telling me I was a good cleanup boy. I thanked her. Annie lay on her back and beckoned Carl over, like a flash he was there, she tilted her head to take his cock, cupped his balls, Z had just returned, he moved to the her other side, again Annie was going from one cock to the other. Carl took.