Then, cautiously, deliberately and very delicately, he uttered three simple words. ‘I love you.’ He tilted his head to hers, and their lips met. S...e smelled amazing, even in the rain. And a crack of thunder and lightning illuminated the scene in spectacular fashion. Much to his delight, he found her kissing him back. A gentle nudge against his lips made him part them slightly as her tongue pleasantly found it’s way against his own. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it would be the kiss he. Satisfied I’m still asleep , as she thought, she stays a slow but deep thrust to where it comes out but like skill she pushes deep back into her last millisecond. I moan after a handful of times. She hears me as she picks up the pace. My hand this time holds her thigh where the crease of her butt cheeks meet her thighs. Her arousal heightens at the touch. I let my body naturally take control by thrusting with her. we get our tempo going, I open my eyes and in the dark I see her silhouette. She. It goes well suddenly he starts abusive and dominant in our relationship. I didn’t like the way he treated me. He was my fucking driver but i found something in this that i like to submit. I usually wear chudidar to college its like a dress code. He said he wants to fuck me and i want that too. So one day after college on the way back home. He drove the car to some secluded area. It was very romantic. He slowly took off my dupatta. Then he pressed a boob. I never felt a strong hand before and. I saw her at the stop and watched as she got on the bus. It was very crowded and I watched as she deftly made her way to the back. She stopped next to me, holding onto the bar behind me. I had my briefcase in my lap covering what was becoming a tent. I wanted to be a nice guy and give her my seat and maybe get a little feel but then again she was in the wrong place to really make it work, and I was afaid the tent and its growing pole would be too obvious. I stayed seated. We started to.