I slide down your body as your hardening cock springs free from your clothing. I take it in one hand and guide the tip to my mouth, giving it a soft k...iss.You grab onto the bar as you feel my lips slide over your cock and slowly take all of you into my mouth. I massagie your balls and stroke your cock in rhythm to my mouth going down on you. You wrap your hand in my hair and push me further onto your cock. You grow even harder as my tongue glides over you. I hear you moaning my name and your. I coughed and spit but a moment later she had her tit on my mouth.She held my head and told me to suck her nipple. Again my mouth was filled with the sweet delight that flowed from her tit. I swallowed eagerly and found the warmth and tingling in my mouth and throat grow beyond where I could stand it. "I see you like sucking my cock you whore," she told me as she laughed and grabbed my shrunken stiff cock. I couldn't help but moan at her touch. It wasn't my normal moan but almost sounded. Coaching or mere ghar ke bich me ek chota sa ground padta hai wahan ek ghar h vo bhut hi purana sa lagta hai koi ni rehta vo khandar sa ho rha hai me roj sochta tha ke koi ladki ko chodne ke liye ye best place he but time nahi hone ke karan bhut dino se kisi ladki ki chudai ni ki,mujhe ni pta tha ke aisa bhi ho sakta hai jab me kal coaching ke liye apne ghar se bike se ja raha tha to bich me voi khandar sa pda hua ghar dikha garmi hone ke karan me ghar se jaldi nikalta hun bike tej speed me. I could feel her aggravation with him. If she’d have been alone, I wouldn’t have picked her up. Maybe she had been alone the day before. Or even for the last few days. She was a fucking ghost, sank right into the background. Spooky as hell. I let myself feel a flash of admiration for her skills. Gotta give the skill level a little respect – it helps you remember to be a little more cautious around them.I stayed on script. Hit the ATM, pulled cash, headed to the little grocery.He was still on.