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It was long and hard and it twitched as I got near it. I decided I was not going to get away without doing something, so I took the desi head of his dick between my lips. Matt moaned and leaned back, still keeping a hand on my head. I let the head of his cock slip from between my lips, before taking it back and going just a little farther with it. I bobbed up and down on his prick, gradually taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I’d never had a dick in Mms my mouth before and it felt strange, but in another way, it felt very natural. I slowly but steadily fucked his cock with my mouth and Matt seemed to like it. Some precum came from the tip, and it had a salty taste, but I was so far gone I no longer cared. I could not get him all the way in without gagging, but stroked the base of his dick as I sucked the rest of it. By now, Matt was moving his hips, almost fucking my mouth, as he held my head tight. Matt moaned loudly and got very rigid as his cock erupted in my mouth. He held my head with both hands as he emptied his balls into my throat. I swallowed his cum and gasped for breath, though it took a couple of swallows to get it all down. It gradually eased and I cleaned his dick off as I pulled my head back from it. Matt pulled me up on him and began to kiss me some more. I know he had to taste his own cum in my mouth as we kissed, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Matt continued to kiss me and I didn’t even realize it as he pulled my skirt up over my ass and began south to caress my ass through my panties. He even snuck his hand into my panties and fondled my bare ass. I don’t know why I didn’t notice, I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. Maybe I was enjoying it all too much, and maybe I was just too drunk. Before I even realized it, Matt had removed my skirt and blouse and was carrying me into his bedroom. I indian was so far gone at this point I didn’t know or care, or maybe it was what I really wanted. “Lynn, baby. You are wonderful and beautiful, and I love what we’ve done, but I need to fuck you.” “Do it, Matt. Do it.” Matt set me down on his Bhabhi bed on my hands and knees and pulled down my panties. My cock, which had been ignored for so long sprang to attention, but Matt was interested in other things. He took off his pants and shirt and got in bed behind me. He reached into a drawer in the table beside the bed and got a tube of lube. Matt rubbed lube over his prick, then onto a finger which he eased into my ass. It hurt a bit going in, but my ass relaxed and he was able to move it pretty freely after a minute or two. He snuck a second india finger in and began to finger fuck my ass, and in spite of myself, I began to fuck him back. Matt leaned down and kissed the back of my neck as he pulled his fingers out of my ass. I felt the head of his cock at my asshole and tensed for just a second before relaxing. At this point, I think I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I felt the head get just inside me and I sighed and moved my ass back, getting more of him in me. It hurt a bit, but Matt took it easy and slow at first, until I really started to get into it. I soon felt his hips slapping up against my ass as he fucked me. If you had told Scandal me beforehand that I’d enjoy having a guy fuck my ass, I’d have thought you were crazy and told you to leave me the fuck alone. Now Matt was fucking me and I was in heaven. I felt his cock slide deep in me and fill me up. It turned me on in ways I’d never have expected. Matt slid his dick in me so far, I could almost feel him jab my stomach. She lowered her head and her lips touched my penis. I put my hands under her ass to hold her close then attacked her pussy with all the hunger I felt in my balls. She lifted Marcella’s chin and said, “It would have south been a lot easier if you hadn’t started shacking up with that doctor. “They are nuzzling and suckling on my breasts,” she said. I could remember any of Salvador’s classes way more vividly than any of Mr. Brock’s classes. She carefully opens it and removes the check that is inside. He stood up and from behind he took her hands and pushed them forward. “…Body language!” She remarked. Her dress still covered her breasts and belly, and she went about conducting her work like nothing was happening, though her voice was punctuated with breath, her cheeks were flushed, and her congenial smile was gaping with pleasure, the sex threatening to overtake her mind. He looked pretty much as I was expecting with a bit of a beer belly and hairy groin and leg area where his small dick looked almost lost in the hair. “Here, put your foot on the edge of the Mms tub.” Stacy did as she was told; her legs spread wide, her pussy open. Knowing him he was actually planning on doing it. This time as we kissed, our desi breasts pressed together. I thought for a moment. 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