Ab uske nange boobs mere saamne the. Maine usko bed pe litaya aur uske upar chad gaya aur uske boobs ko choosne laga chaatne laga dabane laga. Uske ni...ples ko bite karne laga. Ruchi pagal ho rahi thi iss sab se. Phir mein uske tummy ko chaatne laga phir aur neeche gaya aur ruchi ki salawar ka naada khol diya aur uski salwar utar di. Ruchi ne bohit hi sexy black panty pehni hui thi. Ruchi boli,”bhosdke bra toh phad di aur panty ko bhi phad de”. Yeh sunte hi maine uski panty bhi phad di aur ab. She forgot a towel.“What are you doing?....” she asked.“Um… smelling your panties.” I said.“Why? They fucking stink.” She replied, obviously disgusted.“I mean… I’m a dude. I like the smell of pussy” I said.“I understand you like the smell of pussy, but I just wore those to the gym and they’re gross.” She said, still grossed out.“I like the smell of your sweat. It turns me on. When we fuck really hard and you’re all sweaty and glistening, I think you smell amazing. There’s pheromones in your. You didn’t put her up to this, did you?”“Jesus, Dr. Milton! Give me a little credit!”He backed off. “Sorry, Marty. It’s just that, if word ever got out that I had sex with a patient, I could lose my license!”“Yeah, that would be awful! And your wife would probably divorce you on the spot!”He weighed that thought for moment. “No. No, that would go into the plus column. But damn, Marty, I don’t even remember how I let it get so far. One minute we were talking, and the next minute she was sitting. Pong watched as Bond's sizeable cock slowly disappeared up into her friend's pussy. It was prepped and eager to be satisied. Pong reached over and stroked the portion of Bond's cock still exposed. It was more than half way in at this moment and Ping was wriggling like a worm on a hook as the thick proportions stretched her open in the most delightful way. She sighed and spoke in a language that was unfamiliar to Bond, but there were many regional dialects that were only understood by the locals.