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Then she came home after completing her studies. So now she is living at home and is going to get married asap. The search for a good match was going on.I remember when her we were young. Our parents left to town and we had to sleep together because we both were afraid of ghosts. So basically at that point, masturbation for me was a art. I used to masturbate while studying in my room and quickly hide my dick if I hear someone coming and stuff. The same way I closed my bedsheet completely and. And my dick in her mouth as I looked at her butt and the lovely little plump pussy looking out from between her thighs.For a guy who had never had his dick even touched by a girl, this was exhilarating. My heart was pounding, my breath gasping. Each suck sent me higher and higher. Oh, never stop, never stop. Then she did."I know you liked that, Chad, it was just a sample of what being my boyfriend is going to be like. And now, you can show me what you can do licking my pussy," as she scooted up. Come on.Priyanka: Girish. He fucked me good.Me: so what did u like him, did he lick u.Priyanka: no he didn’t lick me but the way he fucked me fastly pressing my boobs was good.(mind you my GF has good big boobs. She is on the plump side which I really liked a lot. )Me: ohh is it. So why don’t you imagine him right and tell me what all you did.Priyanka: it was when my parents were not at home for 10 days and he was a colleague in the office. We use to talk a lot and he had feelings for me. He. He had a very large cock, about an inch bigger than mine and thicker. He was fucking her doggy style with no protection. He pulled out and you could see a lot of cum dripping from her pussy. She told me that was earlier in the day, and that she had made sure he fucked her right before she came over to see me so she would have some fresh cum inside her for her ‘trick’. I was rock hard at this point and couldn’t contain myself anymore. I went back over and started to fuck her again, this time.
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