Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that emphasized her breasts. Her tan skirt...was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees. She was wearing boots with big heels that brought her almost to my height. Unbuttoning her shirt, she slipped it off, leaving her in a white camisole. I could see her bra through the thin fabric: cream-colored satin with lace along the straps. She turned around to hang up her top, and I. The apprehension when standing in line, the nervousness when strapping yourself in, the growing fear being escalated ever-upward, and the realization that you're on the cusp of having gravity take over to provide a mind-numbing experience that would forever be difficult to compare.I flinched when I first felt that dangling strand of precum wet my chin. I was on the cusp. Was I really going through with it? Did I have a choice? He paused for a moment, using the head of his dick to smear pre-cum. .yyyyaaaa ye dekha vakil ko or maza aane laga vo or teji k shath varsha ki chut me dhakke lagane laga kuchh dhakko ke bad vakil ne varsa ko sofe par ghodi ki tarha bana diya or doggie style mehi pichhe se varsha k sharir par chadh gaya or varsha ke bol(boobs)pakdte huve vo varsha ki chut me dhakke lagana suru kiya us par varsha vakil k har dhakke me hil rahi thi kabhi upar aati to kabhi niche jaati or dhime aawaj me hhhmmmaa, ooooommmmhha karti rahe ti kuchh der bad vakil jhad raha tha usne. “Oh fuck the rules, it's a stupid rule, now let's fuck each other,” I replied. “But you are drunk though,” Jack said. “Who cares? I'm not gonna say you violated me, and I got some bread in me too. We're two people who like each other, so why not?” I asked. Then I pulled him down with me and we started making out. He was right about breaking the rule, but who was gonna find out? We were both horny for each other and I was drunk while he still had quite a few beers in him, I guess he could handle.