‘When they held that 1988 party,’ the story-teller continued, unphased by the heckling, ‘this couple finally emerged from their hotel room after...a year. They joined the 1988 party, had food and drink, danced together. I watched them the whole evening, they were still just as romantic with each other as they had been at the 1987 party. At the end of the evening, they strolled out the front door of the hotel, arm in arm, making googly eyes at each other, both smiling and giggling. They walked out. I loved her taste . Not wasting a single minute I inserted my penis in her pussey . Damn it was painful for me too. I slowly started increasing my speed She started moaning heavily Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Uffffffffffffffffff meli ga deeevaa Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jorat kar ajun jorat kar I increased my speed She kept moaning ummmmmmm aai ga Uffffffffffffffffff aaushyat koni eevda sukh dila ny Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .I kept banging her for 20 minutes . I told her that I am about to cum . She told me to cum inside. No matter how much I want to relieve myself and right now the need is almost painful, I know I won’t because in some ways I’m just like Sarah. I want to prolong the sweet agony for as long as I possibly can. Besides I’m beginning to enjoy the exhibitionist side of this too. It’s not only the risk of being caught, nor watching Sarah expose herself to me and to complete strangers. Although both are an incredible turn on; it’s also the fact that I am starting to enjoy putting myself on display for. I could feel her abdominal muscles tensing, flexing and flickering in anticipation and need. I leaned forward to lose myself in the plush wonders of her cunt, doing to her what her tongue was doing to me.I had wondered if it wouldn't have been better for us to take turns, the better for us to concentrate on the giving and receiving of pleasure. But the line between the two was utterly blurred. In giving her pleasure I was receiving pleasure. The pleasure I was receiving from her I was giving.
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