Large. Beautifully formed. Large nipples. Stiff. Pointing at me. Down. Flat tummy. Pussy. Black, hairy bush.She leans against the glass. Hands flat. E...ther side of her head. I copy her, my hands on hers through the glass. Our faces two centimeters apart, glass between us. Gazing into each other's eyes.She moves a hand from the glass onto her breast. I copy her. My hand up my shirt. We pinch our nipples. She gasps. Her breath steaming the glass. Mine does the same on the outside.Our gaze never. As he watched her perform and attain her treasured release, he worked his finger into the back of her throat, very few girls would allow a man to do this, especially one as beautiful as Pia, but she was not really quite in control as he watched her finger slide in and out between her labia, the sheen from her vaginal secretions, reflecting the light from the window, her body a wonder to behold, he knew this would be his only chance to posses her, so with his free hand he undid his pants and. I could see her eyelids shut in pain.Pooja then broke the kiss and gasped as I started to kiss all over her face with a deep kiss on her forehead after raising her by her hips. I pinched on her thighs some more. She leaned on to the cold wall and her hands switched on the shower. We were under that cold water now.I was slowly moving my lip through Pooja’s eyelashes, on her nose to her lips, her chin, placing small but passionate kisses on them. I took my head to the side and started to kiss her. As he did this I'd pullon my cock and taunt him that he was a nasty cum sucking pussyboycocksucker slut. That was enough. That sent him right over. Everytime. Every. Time.I'd wait for a few seconds as his orgasm would roll through him before Ithen pushed him off of my heels. There'd usually be some of his cumsplashed upon the shoe I'd on his balls. So, as my bad littleschoolgirl slut would lay there at my feet she'd get to lick that off ofmy shoes once again. Then, with my stilettos.