I run my hands up and down her body and squeeze her butt on the way back up. I move my hands around to the sides of her waist, and slowly move them up...along the curve of her chest while kissing her. She moves her hands over mine and guides them up to her breasts.After a minute, she moves her hand down to her legs and begins to pleasure herself. I go back to kissing her neck, and she arches her head back. Then she takes both my hands and moves them down to her clit, where I begin to massage her. Around them, morning sounds, as bright and alive as the light, sparkle in their own way, raining down on the two, oblivious to everything but the other.The girl is very young, no older than sixteen, the boy a few years older at nineteen or twenty, and determined as he kisses the girl intently and starts moving his hands over parts of her body, up along her arms, then brushing over a tit quickly, building slowly to the point where she'll let him feel her and not protest. She breathes heavily in. He started talking in Hindi, bol randi chudhegi, do lund chahiye na tujhe, aaj tujhe kutiya ki tarah chodhunga, rand saali. I was getting aroused by those words, I also started saying in Hindi, chod de iss randi, saara din chodna, sabse chudwa, iss choot ko har waqt sirf lund chahiye, chod na madarchod. His speed started to increase. Suddenly he asked me to stop and said “kutiya ban ja”, My pussy was dripping pre-cum, in doggie style, he shoved his dick inside and started to move it faster.By. “Today is Didi’s birthday.” she cursed herself as she had forgotten it.He continued to kiss her down from cheek to chin to the neck. He continued to move downwards throwing the pallu aside. Then pressing her chest he said,“I don’t like it.”He said pulling on the fabric of her blouse, “I don’t like you wearing the blouse he gives you to wear.”Champa had no clue what he was talking about, but she went along. He then slipped both the hands inside her blouse and started pulling on it,“They are so.