Such a slut. Then fingered myself again. He was so close, he could smell my juices. I came then, on my knees. I came. He took pictures. He was so clos...e. He could hear me moan. My juices flowed down my legs. I trembled.My phone rang, making me jump. “Hi Wendy, I…………”“Did you see her,” Mike asked.“See her? God Mike, she was amazing. Her body, her breasts. Her pussy. Wow, she held it open for you.”“I know, and then fingered herself!”“And made herself come,” Suzie said to her brother. “Did you want. Just as her sphincter was being stretched to it's maximum to accommodate the large purplish knob, he jerked it out of her. "IEEEEE," she screeched into the pillow at the top of her lungs. Despite pressing her face deeply into the pillow, the painful extraction brought the shrillest scream of the pre-dawn morning from the battered and raped young woman.His weight lifted off her; at last, he was going to leave. She wanted to run to the shower, to use her douche bag so very badly. She had to get. I am also among them and i want to share me experience with like minded persons so that it may give them some pleasure. I myself when i some worries, after reading such type of stories i am getting some relief and feeling some activeness. So i thought that it may give some sort of relief to my like minded fellow readers. I am now coming to explain my first experience how it was occuried in my life.while i was 21 years just completed my degree, i went to hyderabad to search for my job and after. I don’t mind the rain.” You pat my ass and say, “That’s a good girl.” You spread out a towel on the deck and lay down on it. “Lay beside me, Pet.” I do as you ask and you say, “I want you to stroke me. Remember how you did the first time? At the restaurant where we met? Stroke my cock for me and tell me what you’re thinking.” I prop myself up on my elbow and grab your shaft. I stroke you slowly but firmly, keeping your cock hard. I say, “I love how big your cock gets. It’s so hard, it feels.