Ami aro jore, kachhe tene, bhalo kore joriye dhore santoner sure bollam,”are rag korchhis keno…? ei mal duti tor kachhe rakher jonno to mojuri pac...his…..kajei……” seemar buke mukh dubiye dilam, diyei mathata bachchader moto ghoste laglam. O current khaoer moto jhatka mere uthlo. Chokh duto buje elo. Aste aste bollo,”ki mojuri pachhi?”keno?Ei je aram pachhis…..”—besh bhalo kore , chepe dhore, chotke chotke ador korte laglam.“tui ki satyai shunte chas?”—khub mridu sure, amar ador khete khete,. Kissing her titsgiven her a kick. She was controlling the pace and depth of her movement on my cock. It was amazing.Squeezing her tits and nibbling her hard nipples, I whispered, “Kusum, how do you like fucking a boy young as I am?”“Oh Ketan Beta, it’s great! You have taken me to heaven. I just love your hard cock”, she murmured rocking her pussy up and down vigorously on my rock hard penis, “Never imagined, I could fuck my friend’s son”. We were close to our climax. She was shivering,. I sit deep and ride him hard. It had been so long since I had a man I took full advantage of him. I slide my hips forward and back, my wetness releasing on his abdomen. I moan as I take his hands and hold them against my breasts. I only start to rock my hips faster before he starts to swell up inside me, the warmth of his skin against mine, the wetness that came from me riding him. He's getting close, "Not yet." I tell him. “I want you top again.” I wrap my legs around him and we roll over.. .that it was worth any punishment for a littlemore pleasure. I didn't know if that was coming from me, my body, or themysterious new place beyond The White Room, but at that moment, it didn'tmatter. I knew what I had to do. I snorted once for yes...and I snortedvery politely..."So pathetic...and so utterly predictable." Contessa was still out ofsight and after a few absurdly long seconds, I began to have secondthoughts. I was still too horny to worry about the punishment, but I wasstarting to.