27-11-2021, 09:57 AM
“Oh! My God.You are really a preacher.” I am obliged with your preaching.
She laughed
Keeping her engaged in talking and caressing her entire body I stirred my tool inside her. Her love canal embankment responded to my tools stirring with their quivering pulses and her body was at ease.
I started pulling and pushing my piston inside the bore slowly in a rhythmic manner 1cm out and 2cm in. The path was too slippery and the bore piston started the frictional music ‘Fuch, Puch, Fuch, Puch…..’
Hearing love music she felt the reality and her pelvis started thrusting upward to meet my pelvic downward thrust.
Gear changed and motion of the piston increased and in no time the 8” tool vanished entirely in her jammed canal which is jamm free now. I was successful in burying my tool to the hilt in her love canal.
I kept on pushing in and out to my full length into her passage to heaven and it was moving now pretty easily. Her passage walls were strived of massage since long and they welcomed my tool’s massage by gripping that tightly and lubing heavily.
Soon her body started co-operating and her pelvis started push ups to meet my downward trust. Our loins collided ‘Thup, Thup..’ in each and every thrust.She was flying with her all flying colours. I went on pounding, pounding and pounding mercilessly and she responded, responded and responded and it seemed there was no end to that and we were at cloud 9.
Wide area of the bed spread was drenched below her seat with the juice from the heavens. We both are drenched with our sweats in a centralized AC room. We were breathing hard and were too tired with our push up exercise.
She laughed
Keeping her engaged in talking and caressing her entire body I stirred my tool inside her. Her love canal embankment responded to my tools stirring with their quivering pulses and her body was at ease.
I started pulling and pushing my piston inside the bore slowly in a rhythmic manner 1cm out and 2cm in. The path was too slippery and the bore piston started the frictional music ‘Fuch, Puch, Fuch, Puch…..’
Hearing love music she felt the reality and her pelvis started thrusting upward to meet my pelvic downward thrust.
Gear changed and motion of the piston increased and in no time the 8” tool vanished entirely in her jammed canal which is jamm free now. I was successful in burying my tool to the hilt in her love canal.
I kept on pushing in and out to my full length into her passage to heaven and it was moving now pretty easily. Her passage walls were strived of massage since long and they welcomed my tool’s massage by gripping that tightly and lubing heavily.
Soon her body started co-operating and her pelvis started push ups to meet my downward trust. Our loins collided ‘Thup, Thup..’ in each and every thrust.She was flying with her all flying colours. I went on pounding, pounding and pounding mercilessly and she responded, responded and responded and it seemed there was no end to that and we were at cloud 9.
Wide area of the bed spread was drenched below her seat with the juice from the heavens. We both are drenched with our sweats in a centralized AC room. We were breathing hard and were too tired with our push up exercise.