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“Damn,” Kenny said. “That’s messed up.”“Would you like to see that happen?” Amelia said cheerily.‘What the fuck?’ was all that ran through my head.None of the guys answered one way or the other; they just looked at each other in confusion. Amelia took that for approval.Turning to me, she pressed her naked body against my chest and reached between us to cup my balls. She rolled them around in her hand as her perky nipples scraped across my skin. She smiled up at me as she ran her tongue slowly across her lips.Try as I did to ignore her teasing, the inevitable happened and blood flowed south to my crotch. I felt the tingling there as my member grew until it contacted the hard plastic. My face contorted as the painful pressure hit again.I pulled away from Amelia and pulled futility at the device but to no avail. I groaned loudly in frustration while the other guys looked on in silence.“Alright, stud,” Amelia said, slapping me on the ass cheek, “go sit and rest while the girls explain. We finally decided to meet out on our first date. Obviously, I had got some gift for her to make it special. We then went on a long drive on outskirts of Bangalore in my car. About 50+Km we found an isolated road which was away and hidden from the highway. We stopped there. We couldn’t control any longer. We started to kiss wildly with our tongue playing deeply inside each other’s mouths. We suddenly realized that we could make use of something which we had just bought on the way. The jackfruit. I put a jack fruit in her lips with half outside. Then kissed her biting her lips and the jackfruit. We called this our jack fruit kiss. Slowly my hand proceeded to her boobs which were now trusting due to her heavy breathing caused by our jack fruit kiss. I lifted her salwar up and pushed the bra up and released her right boob which was towards me. I started licking the nipples with saliva and touched the tip. I became hard. She was enjoying it. I wanted to make it hot for her. So I slowly.
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