..”The bastard was teasing me so bad. I felt my cunt going wetter and wetter now. I started to think he was right: I would love a piece of hard dick...buried deep in my horny cunt…“Is your pussy getting wet thinking about it, Ana…?" Maybe…” I just replied, feeling even wetter down there…“You can rub your pussy as you jerk me off, bitch…”He was right. My free hand disappeared down the front of my yoga tight pants. I opened my legs apart and I started to rub myself as I kept stroking his hard. I know what was happening I was in cloud nine.I readily agreed and we went to her hostel she packed some clothes and we started to my flat. On the way itself we packed our dinner and reached my flat. It is in third floor. Though it is one bedroom I feel it is pretty spacious for me.I always maintain my room very clean she was shocked and said “what a flat!!! It is a bachelor’s flat and that too you kept it very clean”. “I am impressed”. I said thank you and we both sat on the bean bags which. She asked me when back home after the job, "Do you mind if I'm going out for a 'girl dinner' this evening for having some fun?" Yes I do, especially after a bird told me that your so called 'girl dinner' is expected to be with a girl by the name 'Tom'. Which is indeed a very unusual name for a girl or is that Tom a so called 'she-boy'? But if you really want a dinner with that Tom, whatever he might be, isn't it better that you invite him and his girlfriend for dinner with us on Friday or. . For both of us Her moist tongue against those lovely nipples of yours Her lips kissing your neck... The way you like. Her hand brushing back her dreads as she looks you in the eye & just kisses you Softly Like she's exploring you... Testing for weaknesses Holding back that flood of passion That you both know exists And then... She devours you with her mouth Inhales the very essence of you It’s like... You are the only thing that.