Seven of the eight were from guys saying "Hey" with blank profiles. Usually I reply to "Hey", with "That is what horses eat." Most of the time, the ...lazy moron on the other end doesn't get it.The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete. He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to. His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive. Phir jiya nei mujhse neeche letne ko kaha mai vaise hi let gaya jiya mera lund ko pakad kar apni chut mei daal kar mere upar baith gai fir vo jor jor se up down hone lasi aur uske mooh se aahhh uhhhh fuck it hard fuck it jaisi aawaj nikal rahi thi thodi hi der mei vo jhad gai fir mujhe yaad aaya mere dost abi tak aaye kyu nahi mai chodne mei itna kho gaya tha ki pata hi nahi chala k 11:45 ho gaya .Thodi der baad maine jiya k boobs dabana start hi kiya tha ki mere dost wahan aa gaye aur hum dono. I loved the taste of his thick meat and he knew it, “You like that baby, and you like sucking my cock don’t you?” he said quietly with a smirk. He slowed his fucking down until he was barely moving. I moaned yes into his cock before he took it out of my mouth and I moved so I could lick his balls softly. As soon as pre-cum started to ooze out from his tip he laid me back onto the floor and spread my legs as far a part as they would go, then he spit into my clit before plunging his cock deep. All I got for my pains was some rope burn; part of the blanket was now stuck to my ass by the glistening river that flowed from my lower lips.Nails ran down from between my tits to the top of my mound. They left tiny scratches on my skin that tingled and burned with a wonderful warmth. Something hard pressed itself against my lower lips, and I raised my hips to invite it to enter me. I was so horny at this point I'd have fucked an old boot.It was round, hard, smooth, and oddly narrow. I gritted.