Uska figure kafi acha hai 36 ke boobs or gand 42 ki hai. Ekdum katil figure hai jo b isko dekhtay wo bas dekhtey rehjata hai. Mere khas dost hai jo un...ka nam hai nilesh and manan. Unhone mujhe kafi help ki thi jab me naya aya tha is delhi city me. 1 saal phele mere papa ki death ho gai thi gav me to me waha gaya tha ek week ke liye.Hamari kuch zamin thi gav me jo papa ne mere nam pe ki thi jiski kimmat 5 crore thi. Unki death ke bad me wo zameen bechke wapas delhi agaya tha fir mene apna khud ka. I removed his socks, then lowered his pants and underwear. As they came down, I was amazed. I put my hand underneath his cock and lifted it, looking up at his face. He was smiling. My God! He was bigger than Mr. Nolan and he was the biggest I had encountered of all the black men I had been with since this all started.Still holding the massive thing, I looked around Tommy and found Mr. Nolan … and everyone else watching. They all knew what I just discovered. It wasn’t just a couple inches. ” She purred as the fruit was pushed to the back of her throat. She made a show of swallowing it while holding him in her mouth. Somehow, Robert had to keep control. It wouldn’t do to blow a load just yet.She had sucked the chocolate off of his cock and noisily swallowed that too in a theatrical way.“Do you like chocolate Robert?”“Um. Yes. Sure.”“And, how about strawberries?” She had a sly look in her eye. Something had occurred to her as an idea.She grabbed the tube of chocolate and squirted. It’s so thick. I run my thumb over the crown and feel a drop of precum. I raise my thumb to my mouth, look you in your eyes and taste you. “Fuck you taste good,” I say. The taste of your precum ignites something inside me. I feel an overwhelming need to taste all of you. Now. Between my lips. Down my throat. I pull your cock out and descend. I take you all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes water but I don’t care. It tastes so good. Feels so good, filling my mouth. I hear you take a deep.