Uske baad maine uska haath apne lund pe rakh diya toh woh sharma gayi phir dhire dhire maine uske t shirt uske baad uski bra nikal di maa kasam bahut ...exy lag rahi thi choti choti gol gol chuchiya ek dum barf ki tarah safaid.mein uski chuchiyon ko pi raha tha kabhi daba raha tha kuch samaj nahi aa raha tha ki kya ho raha hai bas dono paagal ho gaye the phir mujse ruka nahi gaya uski pant nikali aur uski chut ko chatne lage kasam se swarg ki sair ho gayi thi.itni mast chut thi ke maza aa gaya. Amy might have had a guy she went out with too, though I kinda doubted it after meeting her. But anyway, what I’m getting at here is, Liam called her his slave because he could literally ask her to do anything for him and she’d do it. If he needed his dry-cleaning picked up, Amy would do it. If his car was in the shop and he needed a lift, Amy would do it. If he wanted tickets to a concert, but didn’t feel like standing in line for 5 hours, Amy would do it. If he wasn’t going to be home and he. I explained the whole walking home thing and he got it. I started to look around and take in all the amazing furniture and art on the walls. The place was massive and modern and kind of intimidating but also had this brilliant smell of amber and stone. As I turned around he was half way up the stairs. "Come on up" he said. I gladly followed him. He bounced up the stairs like a gymnast running to mount a pummel horse. His bubble-butt bouncing right along with him. He had gotten bigger. Now my hands don’t know where to go and I hover them above her thighs not sure how she’d react to me making contact with naked skin. I have a flashback of the first day of freshman orientation when I had met her. She was wearing an off-shoulder tube top lime green and yellow mini-dress. We had had a brief conversation before our first floor meeting. She had walked in late, every male and most female eyes on her, and decided that since there were no empty seats left she’d come and sit in my.