She excused herself to the bathroom and returned wearing one of his t-shirts. He had told her many times how that turned him on. She reached out and p...lled him up from the couch, leading him to the bedroom. Now, as she sits naked in his lap caressing his cock, she can deny her yearning no longer. She slips from his lap and looks up at him with a sly smile. She kisses the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. She inhales his masculine scent and frees his hardened cock from his. No time to think about such stuff anymore. He is here now and he wants me and i have to be a good slut for him and follow his instructions.I answer his call. First i see me, a few seconds to bring me in the best position before its broadcasting.And then i see him. I get a little goosebumps and and a warm feeling between my legs. My clitty answer his masculine body with growing erection. My pussy is already twitching. From this moment on i couldn't get a clear thought. I am completely his. I : hello I’m Akshay and I too working here near.S: ok. Well why are you looking nervous?I:No no.. Nothing like that..S: smiled and I know why you are nervous.I : what! Nothing like that.. I ok.S : I know the thing is bothering you is the incident happens that day. Am I right??I : actually I’m sorry for that it happened accidentally.S : hooo forget that my boy.Than my stop came I bid a bye to her and got down from the bus. She too bid me a bye and smiled at me sluttly. This made me so nervous. Clare was petite, indeed, light as a feather as she hopped my cock. And I cherish my recollection of carry fucking her from bed to kitchen or bath when we were in need of food, drink or a shower. That was such a delightfully erotic experience. But Clare also was a genuine sexual athlete, and her furious and athletic fucking enormously enhanced the pleasure of being with and inside her. One of my fondest memories is of the way Clare would balance herself on the tip of my cock at the top of a.