Fir maine uski choot ko jeebh se chatna suru kiya wo siskne lagi eeee..Sheeee…Uuuuee..Kuch der chatne ke baad usne apna haath mere baal me rakh kar ...ahlane lagi aur thabhi uska sarir ainthne laga aur wo jhadne lagi maine pahli baar kisi ladki ki chood ke pani ka swad liya wo thoda namkeen sa tha par mai pura pee gaya. Pheer mai utha aur uske hothon ko kiss karne laga, wo bhi mera saath dene lagi.Ab usne aankhe kholi aur hum ek dusre ko kareeb 10 minute tak chumte rahe.Fir maine uske ek-ek karke. Zafer gher ke ander gaya, gher main koi nahi tha, who bedroom gaya aur apni pant utari aur use tel lagane laga, phir achanak uske dimaag main , ch**t ubhri aur kaha “ aja mere raja” ! Bas phir kya tha , apni underwear nikaali aur muth maarne laga. Muth maarte hue usi ladki ka soonch raha tha jo apne baap se chudii thi , ab pata nahi uska baap tha ya yaar , mager film title main to yahi tha, who muth maarta raha marta raha , aur apni mani nikalte hi bister per giraya. Shaanu apni saheliyon ke. Encouraged, I slid a finger inside her. She started vibrating against my hand, and I knelt down and kissed her thighs. I moved my kisses closer and closer to her pussy, and finally I pressed my lips against her clit. I kissed it gently, then flicked it with my tongue. She gasped and moaned, so I licked her harder and harder, all the while thrusting 2 fingers into her dripping cunt. I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm, and when she came, she came hard. Her pussy clenched. But that incident brought to the surface another issue Kay had, which was her hatred of our flat. I had no great love of it myself, but was prepared to make the best of a bad job, and had been conditioned all my life to respect other people's property, however shoddy that property might be. But Kay had none of my scruples; she treated the place with less and less respect, until one evening she finally snapped. I was in the kitchen at the time, when I heard a stream of curses coming from.