‘Cheer up, you’re going to a party, who cares if you’re going alone. Besides, maybe some hot new girls will come for you to fuck and leave, just... to make sure they know how it feels.’ Grace glared at herself, wondering where the thoughts came from. She also knew that she’d never actually fuck anyone and leave. She’d feel too bad afterwards. To make herself feel better, she spiked the longer top part of her hair into a faux hawk and straightened the two strands of hair that actually went all the. The rutting couple soon hit a rhythm that felt good for them, and me, too. Because this time, I was openly rubbing my pussy and groaning loudly. Before my eyes, the stranger fucked the pretty girl. Was Becky thinking of her fiancé at all, I wondered, as the gigolo pushed every wonderful inch of his tool in and out of her body? I chuckled at that one, and then chuckled again as I heard Becky indulge in her habit (as I heard 7 years ago) of announcing her orgasm: “Yesss!... Please, yes! I’m. Mari dosto na bola usko fever hai so bo nahi aya.Mari no. Lakar bo baha sa chali gai.Raat ko mujha msg aya ki ksa ho ma na dekha no. Unknown no say tha ta mana answer nahi dia.Agla din job collage gaya ta bo mujha mili mari jacket latai or bo mari tabiyat ka bara ma puchi mana bola ki tuma kasa pata chla ta usna bola tumari dosto se.Phar usna pucha ki kal msg ka jabab nahi dia.Mana bola ki bo tumhara no hai mujh kasa pata hota.Ta usna kaha ki ajj msg ka jarur jabab dena mai na bola kislya ta. She whispered in my ears, nibbled my lobes, and flicked her tongue within. She straddled me and trailed her breasts over my face, neck, chest, tummy, and cock. It was already engorged.She paid a lot of attention to my nipples. I'd never thought of them as erogenous zones, but I'm a quick learner. Once aroused, waves of pleasure floated through my body and down to my throbbing cock.Every place she touched with lips, fingers, feet or breasts tingled, and with each new caress, my sensitivity.