She groaned and tensed; her sex squeezed my swollen shaft.“Prends ton orgasme …” I growled and pounded the breath from her.“Putain… oui… o...i…”She bit on my clothed shoulder, pain fused with lust. I hammered desperately at the zenith of arousal.“Maintenant Elodie….”She croaked and from the legs, shudders telegraphed through her body. The notion of her climax inspired mine. The descent, running with abandon, it would not halt. Convulsing, she muffled her cries with bared teeth into my. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because they don’t present themselves as kids with a cute crush, but as two yearning souls. The Rubber and the Road"Hi Connie!" Phil said, as he walked into the so-called "red room", deserted except for the costumed actress."Hi Phil, how are you doing?" Connie responded with a smile, "I saw you earlier." Yeah, just helping out with the sound, I'm here on work experience." Do you know when the lady is going to come and put a microphone on me? We're getting really close to curtain."Peter avoided eye contact. "Well, the thing is, we don't have any women in the audio crew. And the other. She- aaahhh dheere karnaMe- phir tumhari neck pe kiss karte hue ek hanth se tumhare baal khechunga aur dusre hanth se nipple pe ungli ghumaunga.Shilpa – aaahhh me gili ho rahi hunMe- phir tumhe palta kar wall se chipka kr tumhati gaand pe lund pherunga aur peeth pe bite karunga.She – control nai ho raha abMe- phir tumhe bedroom me leja kar tumhari saree utar kr bed pe dhakka de dunga aur tumhare uppar aa jaunga (real me bhi sarre utar do)She – utar rahi hunMe- phir tumhare boobs dabate hue.