“Close your eyes.”I had no idea what was going on because she stopped. I was about to start asking questions when I felt her hand on my cock. I th...ught her mouth had gotten tired and she was just giving me a hand job. I thought wrong. I felt her pussy lips around the head. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted me to fuck her.“Are you sure you want to…”“UGH!”Before I could finish my question, she impaled herself on my hard shaft. I felt her hymen ripping away as she let out a little. She kissed me on both eyes and the pulse spots on my temples and then down my throat. I raised my chin to allow her mouth to go where it wanted. She kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel. After she reached that point, She asked me to remove her Petticoat, which I gladly did. I was smiling contentedly and sighing in. He cooks, he cleans, and his talented tongue makes me cum almost daily. But early on in our relationship, I was pretty unsure about letting him cum on my face. I consider myself a feminist and most of my friends in that circle won't let guys do it, but I knew how badly he wanted to mask my face with his hot jizz, so in the first year of our relationship, I decided to give him exactly what he wanted for his birthday.On his birthday, we went out to dinner, saw a movie, and ended up back at his. The bus was completely empty. That’s a usual scenario because mine is the first stop for the bus in the morning and last stop in the evening in this route. Our college is some 22 km from my home, and mine is the last stop. So in the morning, the bus starts from my stop and I will be the first person to take the bus. Pritha and Shalu take the bus in the next stop some 1 km from my stop. They board the bus from the same stop as they live in the same neighborhood. After picking them, the bus stops.