.Uske muh ki garamahi janke itna sukun mila k kya batau..Me:ab to firse chus sakata hu na chut??She:okkk….Aramse katna mat..Me:69 aa jao..Fir hum 69... aa gaye..Hum dono itne chat rhe the k usne mera lund apne muhse nikal k jorse chillana shuru kar diyaShe:jjjjjjjjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn m cuming again…Plz dont stop..Plz plz…Ohhh shittttttttttt….Yesssssss…Yessssssss…Jorse……Yes……..Hold me……Tight…..Yeahhhhhhhhh….Or firse wo mere muhme chhut gayi…Chhutte barabr uthi or sidhi hoke mere lund k upar beth. "Wow, Alex, you are a great kisser." I continued to give her tongue and gently touched her nipples. "God, Alex. That feels so good. It tingles right down between my legs. I want to try out my new toy. Is that alright? "Sure, I'll help you." Simone took out the stimulator from it's case, and together we figured out how to turn it on. It had three volumes, so we started slow. It was my idea to have her put it in her mouth to feel the vibrations and make it slippery. I spread her legs gradually. It curved to the left—ever notice how most dicks curve to the left or right?—and seemed to touch all sorts of places inside me. His hands were holding my boobs for me, which he seemed to feel excited about (I wasn't discouraging him!), and I took my time, savoring the feeling."Oh, that is so good," I said when I reached bottom. I felt down there. I could feel my pearl, and his balls, two things I really enjoy feeling. I spread my hands across his chest, sliding my fingers through the hairs. He kissed my neck, and I flinched. Blazing flashes of Riccardo hit me hard. “Aweh babe, is something wrong?” he asked in the sort of tone you use with a child, or a dog. “No, I’m fine. Just tired.” I assured him. Vincent started kissing my neck, my collar bone. I felt annoyed by his very presence. I pushed away. “I’m tired I said.” He laughed mockingly. “Aweh, my poor baby is angry with me?” “Fuck you.” I don’t know what it was, but suddenly that word had become my choice of answer for.