A man emerged from an entrance into the building, his dark greasy locks damp and disheveled, his face looking dazed and satisfied. Moments later I saw...her on the second floor. Our eyes met. She pointed to the door. A car nearly hit me when I crossed the street.I entered where the greasy man exited. The insides looked old yet well kept and smelled that way too. Decay hinted an odor but tussled with cleaning products. The walls remained white and unadorned. A stairway waited for me to climb at. V dekho ya laptop per game khello to boli thik hai or bathroom me agaya is bich usne t.v on kiya to usme vahi sexy photo shot chal raha tha fir usne mere laptop per kuch dekne lagi or galti se vo bf start ho gayi main tab tak bathroom me hi tha or bf dekh ker garam hone lagi thi fir main bath room se bahar aya to usne jaldi me bf off karne ki bajaye minimize kardi fir maine laptop dekha to uski taraf dekha to vo shrma rahi thi maine use pucha ki tumhe ye.Pasand hai to boli nahi kuch khas nahi. She was nearing an orgasm. He could feel it. He continued, moving his tongue quickly against her clit as her gasps turned into moans. "Ah! Fuck!" Her body moved spasmodically, back curving into a high arch. Her thighs closed around his head, and her hand pulled even harder on his head. She smothered him, and he didn't care, his smile hidden between her thighs. He rose up and kissed her, her tongue moving unabashedly against his, hunger and lust spilling through them. . It felt odd, especially given that I had just left last Sunday and he’d waved at me as he was hosing the flowers as I drove off. He gave me a discount and gave me my favorite room, on the outside of the “U” shaped motel, pretty much as far away from the office as possible, and in the direction of the nearest arcade. As I received the key, I sneezed from the heavy curry smell in the air and cleared my sinuses. Patel said in a very Indian-British accent, “Bless you, and have a vonderfol.