As my climax abates he forces his cock into my mouth. I didn't even see it coming. I squint my eyes shut as he yanks my hair up and down, masturbating... himself with my face. Although the motion of the arm controlling me is brutal and strong, he's not working hard. His other hand moves casually to his laptop, and I think he's going to change videos, but they go silent altogether. I gag as he pulls me down, deeply penetrating my throat. He leans over and pushes the laptop back on his desk as I. She had walked ahead of him into the lounge and on turning had suppressed a smile as he reached into the inevitable poly bag and had produced an exquisite bunch of tiny red roses which he had placed on the coffee table in front of her'Oh, Simon! How lovely. They are beautiful!' And she had gone round the table to peck his cheek. At least that was what she thought she was going to do.But she had suddenly found herself enfolded in his arms. Not grabbed. Just 'enfolded'. There was no other word or. She was in BA first year that time. 19 years old. She was having luscious lips and huge boobs. May be bigger than of her age. She was wearing pink colour suit and was travelling with her father. She came to Delhi to visit some of her relatives and was returning to Indore. Her father settled for the lower birth of the sleeper compartment and she climbed up on the top upper birth. I was having side upper seat, so I could see both - her and her father from my location.It was already 10:30 in the. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving the jagged whisper of your voice, seeing you in my mind as your head slowly lowers there, sucking, licking, my hands slide from my thighs to the junction in between, juices flowing, dripping from the core of my womanhood onto my fingertips, my back arches as my mind feels your.