." How many times can you cum, Marco?" I growled, lapping the fat tip and fondling those beautifully big balls."How many times can you make me cum, Mr...s. B.?" he smiled."Let's find out, big boy," I moaned, jerking his big dick faster and harder, the wetness of my spit making obscene sloshing sounds as I worked it."And whatever I give you," he groaned, "we share..."Damn this k** was hitting all the right buttons and I jerked him faster, harder, popping that tip into my mouth and washing it with. I begged her to give a chance and again tried to hug her tightly and crushing her boobs and hold her waist.She reduced her resistance and pleading me to leave her.I increased and force and crushing her boobs with my chest and slowly massaging her ass.She slowly came in to my control and removed her saree from her boobs and madly pressing those.She went crazy and came in to my complete controlI removed her blouse and squeezing her huge boobs madly she is moaning with heavily.I started sucking. ‘It took some doing, but I finally got her talking. I thought she was upset because of all the crap that’s been going on with her boss, you know?’ ‘That wasn’t it?’ her fiancée asked. Melissa shook her head. ‘Believe it or not, that’s probably the least of what’s bothering her. You can’t imagine what kind of life that poor woman has had,’ she told him. ‘God, I don’t know how she’s managed to stay as sane as she has. I’m not sure I could have.’ ‘What the heck happened to her?’ Bill asked.. Kayla was the member in question of EXPOSD. She was walking back to campus from her job at "Linens and Things." Kayla was not a fashion model in her bodily proportions, tending more on soft and cuddly than the stick figure of a mannequin. She was, at five feet two inches, the epitome of the old song, Has Anybody Seen My Gal, with her five foot two eyes of blue and currently naked showing exactly what her five foot could do.The problem Kayla faced was dressed in the gray shirt and black pants of.