. Chooos chinaal Mera lauda mooh me lele… haye bhadwe mmmmmmm… kya mast mooh hai tera.. ache se choos.!Shoaib:Haye sahi me.. lauda choosne ka expe...rt ho gaya hai ye to.. kitna mooh me deta hu ankit iske… Kitne maje me lauda choos raha hai.. dekh chehra aisa lag raha hai janam janam ka bhuka hai.!Ankit:Roaj choosta hai yaar.. tu bus maje le abi 2 din ye hum 3no ki randi hai.. tu jo karwana chahta hai ye karegi.. hain na vimla?maine upar dekh ke bina lauda mooh se nikal hmmmmm kar diya.. au teeno. My blue eyes stay on hers as my hand finds hers. She smiles and leaves the room with nothing said. Sometimes silence can say one thousand words. I find her in yoga pants and a tightly fitting shirt with her brand new Nikes. Knowing it was time for our run. We ran along the ranch watching the sun rise, feeling her glance at me every now and again, I would look back and she would look away. My giggles surrounded her making her giggle. How did we know each other so well? We got to our place. I had no choice my life for a little cock sucking. I reached down and grabbed his cock with my left hand and unzipped his fly with my right. I looked down the street before dropping to my knees. The way we were positioned no one could see me. I undid his belt buckle and his button to his pants. It was hard because of his fat roll in the way but I managed. My knees were in the dirt and I was dressed in my teacher’s skirt with blouse and jacket. I had to undo my buttons on the jacket so that it. Pleasure and desire warred with her sense of independence and years of feminist training. She squirmed, trying to get some stimulation to her engorged nipples. I kept my hands on the lush mounds, away from the nipples. Anger and lust mingled together in her expression, and always, the fire remained. Her hips squirmed, trying to get stimulation on her clit, too. "You get pleasure when I want you to get pleasure, bitch." I told her crossly. Okay, maybe I wanted to get back at her for watching me,.