There were a lot of romantic scenes.It was 10 pm by the time we came out and it was partially raining. I started my bike and we both reached her place...in 20 minutes. She invited me to come in. I followed her. Within no time it started raining heavily and I had to stay in her home until the rain stopped. So I stayed back.Hima said she will prepare food for both of us and after dinner, I can go. I was watching TV. In the meantime, Hima changed to a nighty and she was looking damn hot. Due to the. A smooth, liquid, perfect fit, closer and more intimate than either of them would have dared to dream. So perfect, she could barely bring herself to move. Nothing else mattered. None of the insecurities, the imagined imperfections, the problems in her life, none of it. All that mattered was this perfect connection. His shirt was now open, and her hands pressed against his firm stomach as she began a slow, erotic grind around his cock. As much horizontal as vertical, it was a slinky, flowing. Licking, slurping and sucking his shaft for all I am worth, I relish in the taste of the pre-cum that he is so willingly offering to me. As he opens his eyes for the first time, he looks down at me, watching his cock being buried inside my mouth.“That’s it my beautiful girl, you are such the slut, suck my cock you filthy cum whore!” Just hearing those words alone caused sexual excitement to run through me, my fingers circling faster and faster in a circular motion over my swollen clit. As. He walked over to his recliner and sat down. I stood in front of him. “I promise, I'll never smoke again. Please don’t tell my mother. I could do things for you. Just please don’t tell her. I know she’s going to be really mad.” “What do you have in mind?” “I could wash your car every Saturday.” “I take my car to the car wash every week.” “I could iron your shirts.” “I take them to the dry cleaner every week.” “I could clean the pool.” “We have a pool service that does that.” I just.