It's a fact of life. Fours generally suck, probably for the lack of practice. Sevens are 50-50, they can go either way. But have a nine or better go down on you, and you'll find yourself thinking of Thai ladyboys bending over in front of you, only to keep you sane. The good thing was: I was tipsy, I had blown my load barely an desi hour earlier, and the painting on the wall had so many people on it, there was plenty of distraction. So I had her go on for a bit longer, until she gave up herself. Yet another piece of advice! Never bring up the use of condoms yourself. Just have her sit in front of you, slowly get behind her, move the tip between the lips a few times, give her two inches, pause, and give her a chance to shout Wait! Aren't you forgetting something? If she doesn't, she's either clean and on birth control, or she'll take the risk and get rid of whatever ends up growing inside her - or you're gonna end up scratching your balls and paying alimony for the rest of your life, but one shouldn't think of that in situations like these. Yasha didn't shout anything but Oh my living hell it's big , so I was sure I was safe. Now, the fun thing about being a guy, is this: the second your abs hit her butt, you know it. It's a feeling that can't be mistaken. A definite either/or. Either you're going to spend the next few minutes, make it ten if you're lucky, trying to think of the grossest things your mind will let you, or you're gonna grab her ass and relax, knowing she's going to have two, three, maybe four orgasms before you even have to start thinking about having one yourself. I can safely say the indian latter was the case. Now hear me out. This is a legit question. Have you ever been in a hotel, your dick deep inside a pretty girl, when her moaning (oh God, Yasha was a moaner) is disturbed by more moaning, coming from the wall her head is banging into? I will go as far as saying I have, and it was happening right there, right then. What are the odds of two couples, be it married or just random acquaintences, going at it, in the same hotel, on the same floor, feet away from the same shared balcony? Harder , Yasha whispered, I don't want to hear her . Now harder , I can do. Matter of fact, I was gonna do that anyway, regardless of some slut next door getting it. Now I don't want to brag, but things took long enough for me to be able to walk to the fridge, take out the bottle of schnaps I had bought earlier that day, light two cigarettes - I share, people - and have Yasha sit down on top of me. Lasting is usually hardest when a girl is on top, for you're not in charge of speed and depth, but the bottle, the smoke, the moaning next door and the mesmerizing bouncing of Yasha's boobs proved plenty of distraction. It may only happen a few times in a man's life when he can fuck, and fuck, and keep fucking a girl without having to worry about screwing it up, and when it does, he has to make the most of it. And boy, did I. I rubbed her clit. I slapped her boobs. I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. I left handprints on her buttcheeks, I let her bury her nails into my chest, I knocked on the wall and shouted Change positions, she's getting bored! And all this time, Yasha was jumping up and down, rubbing, reminding herself how much she liked all of this. I could feel her body tense and her legs quiver. I first got to know her through working on the yearbook staff. I turned the radio on at a medium volume, she didn't stir. Sucking off a guy wasn't an option, but if it were, would that show me how good it would feel? Now lay back on the bed I want to masturbate." Some outwardly wondered about how such a sudden shift in political thought could have taken place, but those in the know reckoned feelings had been bubbling under the surface for a very long time. Once Mariana took the indian rubber didlo of Nicole inside her pussy, she started ridding it really hard. "Yep." Trista bucked into a shattering flow of pussy spasms and her first female squirt. He watched his cock disappear beyond her green lips and was hardly aware of the skin-tight mask she wore. You deserve to get slapped just because I enjoy seeing you in pain and humiliation. They had a dancing competition where girls were invited onto the stage to dance. Tasha came around the group, and knelt down behind her sisters, who made room in desi the middle for her. When the orgasm ebbed from my body, I stood on my own, then sat back on the couch collecting my breath. The dildo seemed to fit between her pussy lips easier than it had her ass. Well, she's sleeping soundly now.” “Oh, damn!” gasped Guanting. "You're the best!" Riya: Hmm, thanks to you. She followed by showing and explaining about the different parts of the vagina.