Mane niche dekha to uski chut se blood aa raha tha mai smajh gaya ki uska boyfreind such mai gandu tha abhi tak usne iski seal bhi nahi thodi thi kare...eb thode der baad use jaise hi aaram mila mane turant fir ek jor ka jhatka mara wo fir se chila uthi but mai ish baar ruka nahi aor jhtke par jhatke marta raha aor wo chilati rahi thode der baad use bhi maja aane laga aor wo jor jor se bolne lagi chodo mere raja aor chodo……… haaaaaaaa yaaaaaaaaaaaaaachoddddddoooooooooooofaad do meri chut. They’re laid-back, educated people, into nerdy things and kink. We met through an online dating site (thank you internet), and we’ve been chatting for a couple weeks, trying to find a night to get together. He’s my height but bigger than me, solid, like a football player, with strong arms and black frame glasses and wiry black hair covering his torso and legs. She’s small, curvy, with a cute laugh and a dry sense of humor. We meet for a drink near their place. “Every date is an interview for. "You MY woman – ALL woman, baby."We were mating like sex mad a****ls. Suddenly I felt his body tense and he began shaking. His deep bass voice was groaning and he plunged in balls deep – and I felt his hard on jumping inside of me as he released his semen flooding my bowels. He relaxed and lowered my legs from his arms and fell on top of me, breathing heavily. We kissed and I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He eased it out and it felt like I was taking a big greasy constipated shit.. She walked to my closet and turned on that light. “I like some light in the room,” she smiled and got into bed.We began to kiss some more and then Cynthia went down on me again. I struggled not to shoot my load and I managed to hold back. She climbed back up to me and whispered, “Please eat me,” and then she positioned herself so that we were in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy smelled like my soap, but she tasted really sweet.About half a minute, Cynthia started to wiggle her ass on my face,.