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His cock felt so good in my hand. It was so hard yet his skin felt so silky in my hand. After a couple more minutes, he was as hard as only an 18 year old can be, but I couldn't really draw back what was a shaved very tight foreskin, so I just jacked him, staccato style, with short, quick yanks, focussing on the enclosed glans of his prick, trying to slowly peel it back. “Man you are tight...how come?” I said. It was strange that at his age and after presumably fucking dozen of bitches he had a tight foreskin problem. “'Cauz I have a big cockhead...it's gunna come out...keep doing it” he said annoyed by my remark. He had a point. I tried to better feel his glans with my fingers, and indeed it was thicker than the shaft. His cock was truly a work of art. I guessed him to be around 8 inches, thick as a Redbull can, and rock hard, like marble. I pushed forward with my groin slightly, moving him forward an inch or so, so the head of his cock, which was poking out the end of my hand, would frequently make contact with the slick, cold window of my car. Wanting to explore more of the chav's body, I ran my other hand up under his hoodie, rubbing the firm stomach. “What the fuck man?” he protested. “Can I Dale? Please buddy” I begged him. “Faggot...” he muttered, but he didn't move. So I moved my hand up to his hairless, flat chest beneath his hoodie, running my nail over his nips as I nuzzled his neck, which he tolerated only because of what I was doing to tattoo his cock. After another five minutes or so, we were both humming along nicely, with his arse inadvertently rubbing against my crotch as it flexed and gently thrusting forwards, grunting manfully whenever his cock grazed the window before him. As I was doing so I asked myself “Am I a faggot?”. I never had any desire toward guys before, yet suddenly I was drooling over this bad boy, I really wanted him, all of him. Did I became a faggot or was I just curious? But It wasn't important at the moment, what mattered was that I was loving this new experience. I felt naughty, dirty and perverse, definitions that you would not normally associate with me, but I wanted to explore more of those attributes. Yes I wasn't happy with just a wank, I wanted to explore all the options with Dale, he seemed like a filthy boy and up blonde for anything. And Hardcore though I never imagined myself in such a way, so was I. I stopped. “What the fuck man?” he said “Get in the car, we are going to a nice place” I said firmly. “Can you just fucking finish?” he said. I didn't reply and sat on the driver seat. He just stood there, hands on the roof of the car, trackies round his ankles. "Get in" I repeated looking at him through the window of the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition, looking again through the passenger window at his cumshot horse dick completely sheathed head, all of which stood proudly and very stiffly from a gnarled bush of brown, auburn pubes, which led down and coated his blowjob balls in finer, but still clearly noticeable hairs. It was like looking at a Picasso, my own cock twitched at that sight. I calmly lowered the window, reached across, and grabbed him by the balls, yanking them down for effect as I shouted, "get in the fucking car. Now, pisshead." He was probably used to this language with his uneducated mates, but it was unusual for me to lower myself at this level. But I think that was the best way to communicate with him, even though he didn't budge, he seemed more reasonable. Bethany offered her tits to Tegan’s mouth and she willingly grasped her sizeable melons and sucked eagerly at her little nipples, letting out a muffled squeal as Bethany licked her fingers and slid them between Tegan’s shaved lips, grinding her palm into the slightly unkempt tangle of red curls above her slit, and began to gently caress her private folds. I couldn't possibly escape it, because she had me wrapped around her little finger, and I loved it that way. That smirking smile on his face. It was his x. Swiping the icon right he answered. Cindy followed, coming blonde up right in front of me. Being half a foot shorter than me, she wasn't able cumshot to stand in the water near blowjob me. So, she held my shoulders as she floated in front of me. Her golden blonde hair was slicked back, and matted to head. "I knew you'd come. As we finally begin to return from our pinnacle, I almost collapse on her barely holding myself up by my elbows. “That was a close call,” I whispered. We were pawing each other for a few minutes when we realized we didn't have time for preliminaries we needed to get to the "meat" of the situation. She releases her grip on her supervisor's throat, and then plunges her tongue deep into her earhole. "You think you can just treat me like a fucking slut and get away with it?" I ached. Alec knew his father slept without pajamas and this morning had not been an exception. “Ah, Misty.” tattoo He said brightly, openly devouring her breasts with his eyes like always, the old pervert. Maybe we could go to a nude beach together?” I said. I've been a dirty whore. I bend infront of him as I reach for the bowl. My pussy didn’t hurt at all, it just felt slimy with all the cum and my own juices floating around. The blond man is preparing himself, knotting his hand in my hair, so I know what he intends. He tried calling again and texting, but nothing went through. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to leave. We had a good workout on the squash court with Ryan getting me topless quite quickly. He pushed a little and the head of his cock slipped into her. A stupid smile creased my face, and my head became light with intoxication and blood loss. shaved My body trembled as my maidenhead flared with pain. "Because you're in my house, and I'm butt naked with a dripping cunt, and you're holding me in your arms. His balls ached now and his cock was screaming to be released from this confinement. She took a cold beer from the fridge for me, and poured herself a glass of white wine. Watch me slide into her." I wished that I’d left the egg turned on but I hadn’t so I settled for squeezing then relaxing my pussy muscles. See you at ten.” I wondered about it. I Hardcore noticed Aunt Sheen had put her arms behind her back like a perfect submissive slut. Looking back at Conrad, Ambrose stated. My futa-dick twitched as I savored the incestuous treat. Until this past month we had been monogamous. 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