Main Piyush ka lund bhi choosti hun aur who bhi meri choot main apni jheebh dal dal kar khub chatatey hain. Maine to kayi bar Piyush ke lund ko choos ...choos kar apne moonh main jhad bhi diya aur jhada hua sara veerya pee gayi. Piyush ke job main touring bhi kafi hai. Piyush mujhse kuch bhi nahin chupate, sab bat bata dete hain. Teen saal pehle who ek hafte ke tour par London gaye the. Unhone bataya ki wahan unhone ek 45 sal ki British widower lady ko, jiske makan main who paying guest ban kar. Too many to count.And the feelings...Oceans, mountains, generations of raw and unfettered feelings.Back and forth they came and went, traversing the bridge we'd built between us with wild abandon, exalting in the opportunity to live again; to pass on to someone, to anyone, the fact of their existence. To not be forgotten.Tears flowed from my eyes, turning to hissing steam as they exited the flaming eye, to droplets of ice as they fell from the other. A single tear for dozens of lives relived. Do me doggy, right now in front of Malika. I want it. I want it so badly,” pleaded Jenny. Enzo didn’t need anymore encouragement as I watched him thrust his thick cock inside her pussy. “FUCK,” gasped Jenny.Enzo began making slow, long deliberate thrusts. He raised his hand and slapped Jenny across the ass as she let out groan. Her breathing was shallow and frequent. My own pussy was throbbing and I unconsciously found my hand raising to caress my breasts. Jenny noticed this too and demanded. The noise was now only metres away and I began to kneel down on one leg and creep up on this mysterious creature without it noticing me. Everything went silent... I began to look around me, but nothing was to be seen. As I moved my right foot, something was grabbing hold of it in the thick muddy long grass. I tried to tug my foot a second time, but it was if i was chained to a tree. I went to grab the mysterious object wrapped around my right foot, when noticing it was a slimy vine like.