,kehte hue wo mere lund per apni huge gand rakh ker baith gaye aur apne paav roti jaise chut dheere se mere lund per sata ker push kerne lagi mera lun... uski geeli chut main poora sama gaya aisa laa mano bhatti main ho mere dono hath usne apni chuchi mere hatho main thama ker kaha jitni jaan ho utni jaan laga ker unhe kheechMaine aisa he kerne laga wo zor zor se uchalne lagi aur chilla ne lagi aaaaaai daiyyya uuuuummmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaa choooooood daaaaaaaaal raja aaaaaaaaaai haaaaaaaaaaaaaai. “Don’t know.”“Tell her you are busy,” I demanded and started unbuttoning his pant.“Shaam ko milne wale hai hum.”“Nahi. Tu kahi nahi Jane wala,” I smiled at him and took his cock out in the hands.My pussy instantly got a little wet the moment I touched my ex-boyfriend’s dick.“Ruk. I have to call her,” he said while dialing her number.I smiled at him and started licking his cock. Saket instantly knew what I was doing but before he could do anything about it, his girlfriend had picked up his. I take my index and middle finger and slowly push it inside you. As my tongue licks and nibbles on your clit, you can feel my fingers fucking you. You can feel it fill some of you inside. You're loving it. I can hear you moan, your breathing getting heavier. I continue to enjoy the wetness and taste of you. That's when I decide to take revenge. I stop. You lift your head up to look at me. I bring those fingers to my mouth, lick them and clean them. I then move my middle finger lower and push it. We would often joke about Katrina wearing spaghetti straps and a sundress, "be wary love or those melons might bounce out".Oh, the way she looked angry, beautiful and charming all at the same time made us all giggle.Bridget was in her bubbly bright sundressy self today, her pigtails colored orange and blue. She still had her hat on though she looked better without it. She had a lovely crisp voice which could cut through any commotion and still sound soft and soothing.We hadn't met for a long.