I was inches away and my cock was fully erect, sticking out from my jeans. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and placed the head of my penis at...the mouth of her vagina. The tip was already dripping pre-cum. I stopped and thought... what contraception does she use? I could make her pregnant even at her age. I ferreted through her bedside drawers again. Please be on the Pill I pleaded, but no sign of the packets. No condoms either. Then came the answer... in a small dome shaped plastic. Her clothes get drenched in sweat with this so she have to go for bath and change clothes after that .all she says was haan or naa .i enjoyed her whole month , i fucked her in places in gardens , in parks , in theatre n once i gave her smooch openly in public .i like to see her shy .on her sister’s ,i drunk heavy and she was given work to decorate suhaagraat room there i torn her all cloths in inches n forcefully fucked her on suhaageaat bed to her orgasm while marrige was going on , i fucked. Her hand was aching as badly as her cunt. George arched up and pulled his jockey shorts down. Jennifer gasped. His cock was bigger than her brother's and bigger than her father's, even. There was a drop of pre-come on the handsome, well-shaped head of the cock. She reached out the tip of one finger, and rubbed the opaque drop of gism around. George winced, and she saw the cock lurch at her soft touch. She put her finger to her lip to taste it. "It tastes good." George laughed slyly. "I can give. I can't rip my eyes away from his cock; the sight of it makes me thirsty for another good romp. "What must I do...?" I reply, my insides becoming jelly as I finally break my gaze away from his cock and to his face where a grin resides on his lips. The grin looks as if he is about ready to strip me and thrust his cock so deep into me that I would cum right away. Oh please do. My mind squeals as he walks back to a shadowed corner and sits. Now the only thing in the center of the room is me, but I.