Vah meri sthan dabane laga aur mai sishakne lagi. Ooh pitaji, kitna acha lagata hai. Hm beti, kitna sundar sthan hai. Vah sthan blouse ke bahar nikar ...e chusne laga. Are baap re, pitaji oooh. Vah mera haath apne karak lund pe rakh diya aur maine masalne lagi. Kitna bara pitaji. Tu maza legi. Vah mujhe kiss karne laga aur apna marad wala jeebh mere paani muh mein daal diya aur maine chusne lagi.Kitna swadist jeebh tha pitaji ka. Vah mera chud soharane laga pants ke upar se aur maine macalne. From what I could see she had a finger inside her pussy.Her left hand started massaging one of her breasts. She spread her legs even further apart. My hand was rubbing my cock over its full length, with hard fast strokes. Her finger went out of her pussy and started massaging her clit. I wished I could finger her. Taste her wet. For the next ten minutes she kept on playing. She then got up and turned off the lights. I jerked for a few more seconds until I came. It was great.A week later or so I. "Come closer," I said. "You'll get a better look from here."Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. "Make yourself comfortable," I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a chair besides the bed. As I pulled my dress under my breasts, letting them fall out full and heavy, playing with my nipples as Martina went back to sucking my clit, she opened her. I couldn’t thank her enough and so I planned to take her out for a dinner in a star restaurant. After that night, we went to a pub, had some drinks and I dropped her home. Later that night, she started texting and this time she was personal and she let me know how her boyfriend betrayed her and how she felt alone with no one to take care of her. I tried to appease her and I talked to her. Next morning, she texted saying sorry for her texts the previous night. I knew, she was drunk too much to.