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I saw it was thin at the head but really fat at the base. Julie didn't seem bothered by his small cock size so I figured, What the hell? Sue wrapped a hand around my erection again then gobbled me as I watched Julie stand and pull Tony to his feet. She winked at us, leading Tony by his cock toward the stairs. Tony shrugged and followed, snatching up the camera on his way out. "Guess it's just me and you then," Sue said, pulling me to the floor. She straddled me, tits swinging, and kissed my lips while I felt the soft warmth of her soaking pussy on my fat dome. Sue hesitated before easing onto my swollen end. She was astoundingly tight, her lips pulling on my foreskin and making me wince. Pain or no pain, I wanted to claim Sue’s hole, so I suggested using lube. Ky jelly on her pussy and my shaft, we tried again. After a little wriggling, Sue eased down, taking in my girth. I could've cum right away as she gripped my trapped cock. At that moment, the floorboards upstairs started. I peeped from the peephole and saw a lady dressed in a red saree, with her back towards the door. I opened the door and to my surprise it was Sonam.The fair, sexy beauty in a red dress, SMOKING HOT! The saree just covering half of her navel. The curve on her hips drove me crazy. My dick bulged in a few seconds and peeped out of the towel. She came inside, I closed the door and got down to work. I hugged her tight, my arms around her, my left hand slid down to her waist, I kissed her ear, her boobs getting crushed on my nude chest. My cock pressing onto her smooth navel.I started kissing her lips, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks. She pulled off my towel and started rubbing my cock with one hand, the other hand on my chest. She started breathing heavily. My left hand starting removing her saree, while my right was busy with her ass cheeks. I kept kissing her and she kept rubbing my cock.As soon as her saree came off, I came down to kissing her neck, while my right hand untied her.
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Ted’s eyes widened. “Don’t do that! I’m on the brink already!”“Me too,” Simon muttered. But he did not let go of Ted. Instead he said, “Hold me.” Without taking his eyes off of me Ted did so, grasping Simon firmly and sliding his hand up and down the enormous penis.I was burning with embarrassment. I wanted Martin to touch me again. He knew that. But, still smiling, he shifted his position to sit beside my head, which left more room for Simon and Ted a bit lower down. “I’d be more comfortable if you rested your head here,” Martin said, tapping his own stomach. “Okay,” I replied without fully understanding what he had in mind. He soon showed me. He lifted my head and shoulders, stretched out his legs either side of me, his legs over my upper arms, then gently eased me back until I was resting at the base of his rib cage. I was comfortable enough but my arms were partly pinioned by his legs and that both made me more uneasy and more expectant. “Much better,” Martin murmured, stroking.

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