This time Nafis pulled at the collar, and as the dick searched for her cunt, she held it and pointed it at her cunt entrance. Again mounted Nafis felt...the hard cock inside her pump her full of spunk as she climaxed. Nafis once again closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, the room stank of sex, she smelt of dog, the cum was dribbling from her cunt on to the cushions. Nafis opened her eyes to see another glass offered, this time the owner's cock was stiff and pointing at her her face. Ignoring. Yes, wine is definitely on my mind and, more importantly, is in my glass sitting enticingly alongside my impatient laptop. It is an invitation I have no intention of declining. Perhaps that could be my status update: “Hi world, just about to demolish a bottle of cheap, pink plonk … gosh, I’ve earned it”. Or the alternative: “Hi world, have taken up smoking because life’s too long.” Or: “My tiny world of happiness imploded spectacularly at 3.17pm and now I am going to drink and smoke myself into. She must be getting HOT!I knew it was going to come, but still unexpected, as her hands slipped to my belt. I looked down as she effortlessly undid my belt and trousers, carefully unzipping my fly. Then she eased both my trousers and pants down to the floor. She was kneeling now and still from behind eased each shoe and sock, delicately removing them so I could step out of my trousers.I was stark naked now, my back still to this unbelievable woman, my cock at 45 degrees straight, solid, rock. Mami agained treased her “ to doodh bhi pila diya kar apne bete ko“And hearing this I understood the meaning but remained innocent faced and said “main doodh din mien nai peeta” and all the mamis laughed on my statement and mansi just turned red by blushing.Later that evening I brought the topic of kisses again and said “ ye kiss mein aisa kya maja aata hai ki log karte hain”Mansi “ kyun tum kabhi kisi ko kiss nahi kiya kya “Me “ nahi.. haan movies mein dekha hai “Mansi “ karke janoge tab samjh.