Slow, at first, but deep. A gently rocking of my hips, my fingers playing against your skin again. I love feeling you. Just skin touching skin. Love s...eeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine. But I especially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan my name. Not sure if it’s like permission, or a plea, but it works either way. Now, I am not slow. I am not gentle. I am not patient. I reposition myself,. .. My alarm clock blared. "Damn it." I muttered. It seemed like only a minute ago it was 11:00 p.m. I checked my alarm clock, hoping I had set the wrong time. No luck. It was 7:30 in the morning and school started forty minutes from now, giving me half an hour to get ready. "Why do you hate me so much, alarm clock?" I whined, wearily sitting up from bed to turn it off. It was the first day of eleventh grade and I had mixed feelings about it. My friends were going to be there, and I was. George just smiled as the driver opened the door and helped Tara inside and he followed behind her. She looked around the back of the limo a little starry eyed. She had never been in a limo before. George smiled it was fun watching her reaction to things. She smiled at him and then relaxed next to him.George asked, "Never been in a limo before Tara?"She blushed, "Is it that obvious Sir?"He replied, "Please call me George, Sir is only for the office, tonight is about enjoying each other's. Me parvati ko bed par la kar patak diya. Wo mere lund ko jor jor se holane lagi me unke boobs ko pakar kar bari bari se choosne laga.Mai aise kas kas kar chuchio ko daba daba kar choos raha tha jaisi ki unka pura ka pura ras nicholkar pi lunga.Parvati bhi pura sath de rahi thee.Unke muuh se”oh!Oh!Ah!Cee! Cee!Ki awaj nikal rahi thi .parvati ne apni tango ko faila diya aur mujhe reshmi jhanto ke jungle ke bich chupi hui unki rasili gulabi bur ka nazara dhekne ko mila.nange jism ko dekh kar mai.