Ye bolke Mehta, Babita ke peeche jaake khada hota hai aur apna lund Babita ki gaand par tika ke upar dekhne lagta hai. Babita ye mehsus kar leti hai a...r uski aakhe badhi ho jaati hai. Mehta ne track pant peheni thi toh uska tight lund ekdum se Babita ki tight pant pe lag raha tha.Mehta jaan bhuj ke upar neeche ho raha tha aur bol raha tha, “Kaha hai masale ka diba?” Apna lund upar neeche karke Babita ki gaand pe ragad raha tha. Babita usko ghum ke ek look deti hai. Mehta darr ke maare peeche ho. So it wasn't just me then, I thought to myself. Well, that was okay, nothing wrong with getting a little excited, a little turned on. This WAS a party after all!"The men didn't often refuse to answer, and when they did, their physical punishment was usually directed at one of us women: dancing in front of us, begging one of us to have sex with them (which we would always refuse, of course, as part of the game), even rubbing against us with their hands behind their backs, that sort of. I again bent down and started to suck her other boobs and then I put my hand down and lifted her skirt and I was surprised to find that she had not worn the panties also. I decided to joke and said “ tum tho chudne ke liye tayyar ho ke aayi ho” she giggled and said “ bike me tumhara who khada ho gaya tha aur main garam ho gayi thi” I smiled and asked “ who kya hai” she giggled and said “ lund” and she said “ Tum tho mere wahan haat diye ab tumhara dikhao” and she immediately slid her hand down. With that first movement, she pulled back his foreskin and enveloped his sensitive head.When she let her tongue dance around his penis, Adam gasped out: “Ohh, Kyrie!” Spurred on by his audible enjoyment, the young girl smoothly moved forward, her lips sliding along his cock. She continued her movements up and down his shaft, working her way down, to which Adam reacted with more moans and his cock swelling further inside Kyrie’s confined mouth.“Oh, yes! Right there, baby! Ohhh”, the young man.