"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do. "Ahh, deeper!" She said with her eyes rolled up, sticking her tongue out. Both reached their climax in a blink. "Ahh, I can't hold it in," She moaned. "Let's release it together," Subham said, and came inside her. He stood there, leaned his upper half body on her back and panted. And here I was, standing beside them while holding their clothes. He made me a hanger for his clothes whenever he made out with someone. I could not count how many girls
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