As an expert spanker, I know how to read the reactions of her body and adapt the rythm of slaps and soothing her skin, sometimes sending shivers, when...my fingers run slowly down her spine into the split between her cheeks, ending with a slight touch of her love lips, a few times all the way until to her clit. We repeat this many times, each re-start is a bit fiercer, so her tight bottom grows from warm to hot. During breaks, I offer her to drink some water to cool off, which she eagerly. I pulled Phyllis to her feet, tightly drawing her near to me, squeezing the life out of her elbows, screaming at her without words as her eyes turned into big question marks, searching desperately to discern the answer as to whether or not I had, after all, turned out to be something altogether wrong for her. Me? I suppose I was having one of those “It’s a Wonderful Life” episodes where Jimmy Stewart grabs Donna Reed at the bottom of the stair, letting the phone of one life drop to the floor as. I moan from the feeling of her kisses and, at the same time, she takes my penis in her other hand and starts slowly stroking me, teasing me and making me squirm. She whispers in my ear, "What would you like me to do?" But all I can do is moan. She keeps teasing for a few minutes then she turns me around, grabs my head with her right hand and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. She breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck again, moving further and further down towards my shoulder. She bites my. Mere ghar ke saath ek padosi rehta tha unki family mei papa mummy bada bhai aur behen rahte the uska naam sarita aur dekhne average thi mujhe pata nahi usko dekh ke kya ho jata tha meri sarita ke saath bohut banti thi hum ek dusare ke saath bahut friendly rahete the tab mujhe sex ke bare mei jayada kuch nahi pata tha phir ek din sarita ke ghar par koi nahi tha toh usne mujhe awaz de aur apne ghar bulaya tab mujhe koi idea nahi tha sarita ne mujhe kyu bulaya haiJab main uske ghar pahocha usne.