She's got a great ass: Big but shapely, soft yet firm. The kind of ass made for butt-fucking. Any other time (as anyone that has read my other stories...can tell you) that's exactly where this story would be going, but not this time. Trust me, you DON'T want to fuck her. She is crazy, needy, and is still stalking her ex like two years after they broke up. I usually beat my dick dry before I see just on the off-chance my brain stops functioning I still won't be able to do her.I try to be a good. Luckily they found a truck going to Bikaner and they all assured its safety since most of the people knew the driver Ramesh and he belonged to Molisar itself. It looked really genuine, so I accepted the offer.Ramesh was a man in mid 30s. He was dark complexion and lean body. He was wearing a vest and a lungi. That’s the typical driver dress in India. He was a bit talkative. He enquired everything about me. I told him the truth of my friend’s wedding and all. He also shared that he and his. Mel finally relaxed on the comfortable bed. Her cock was still throbbing though and I was still with my lips wrapped around its tip and shaft. I made one final move down sliding her penis to my throat again and then took it out. There was still more sperm in my mouth. I looked Mel in the eye and before she said something I swallowed the cum. ‘Let me see it now!’ Mel said. Damn! The wet spot on my shorts formed from my precum! I was forgotten about it and now she wanted to see it. I was feeling. ” I replace the shower wand and then pump more conditioner into my hand. I rub the conditioner between my two palms and then glide the creamy lotion under my arms and into my pits. Then I grab my razor and glide it across the stubble removing its trace from my body. I smile as I am almost done and can then feel the joyful release. I grab my Spongelle and wet it. I feel the water cooling and I know I must hurry. I wipe the soapy sponge all over my body, making sure to clean everywhere, even my.