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While studying at a University in London, I met this hot white guy. He had a thing for south Indian girls like me. I am a Telugu girl and I enjoyed his company. That day, I went to his place and we both planned to have sex. For the first time, I was about to give a blowjob to a white guy.
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After kneeling on the floor, he removed his pants and boxer. Just look at his long and fair penis without any skin. It was so arousing and I took it deep inside my mouth. Even he enjoyed the deep throat blowjob I gave him.
My husbands nephew, still but a teenager, myself in my late thirties, feeling like a wayward mother, my desire for him at this moment overshadowing my moral obligation, to claim his virginity would be a feather in my cap, I would pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams, and as the sexual innuendos flowed through my mind I stepped into the bedroom, his grunting and vocal noises drowning out my close presence, as I advanced on the bed and looked over and saw his penis for the first time, 'Oh my fucking God', escaped my lips and he stopped, turned to me, releasing his cock and giving me an eyeful of his ten inch monster, a cock out of proportion to his body size, 'Micheal, what are you doing?'I felt like an idiot, asking that, he was wanking himself, any fool can see that.He said nothing, he continued turning until he was flat on his back, his big cock lying on his stomach way past his belly-button, his tight balls so minuscule in comparison to his meaty rod.I undone the belt of my. We paused. It suddenly hit both of us what we were about to do. I don't remember our exact words but they might as well have both been "I've never done something like this....but always fantasized of it....when in Vegas..." We kissed some more and she was a really good kisser. I moved to her neck, to her earlobe, kissing softly but occasionally getting more aggressive with a bit of light biting. She loved it and returned the favor. Before long i had her bra off and was massaging her breasts as we made out. Eventually i made it down to he nipples....sucking, biting, licking each one. I could hear how heavy her breath was. At this point, there was no going back. She had started to grind he pussy against my thigh while she was wtill in her panties. I moved down and forced her legs further apart and began to tug at her panties with my teeth. I lost patience and ripper them down the rest of the way only to tease her pussy more. Kissing, and brushing lightly passed her lips i could smell.
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