Oh my god…kya maja tha!!!Ab sweta mere upar beth gayee..Aur muje 3-4 thappad mar ke..Kyu…kutte…maja aa raha hai ??Me: sali mere hath pair khol.....aad me bata ta hu..Maja kis ko kahte hai..Sweta ab chocolate sauce layee aur mere lund pe dal diya..Sali mere lund ko chocolate samaj ke pagal ki tarah chusne lagi. Ab sweta ne apni bra nikal di aur apne boobs ke bich me mere lund ko ghusa ke upar niche kar ne lagi. Sweta ke boobs bhi chocolaty ho gaye. Ab usne apne chocolaty boobs mere mu me. It is my turn to tease. I begin with her perfect feet, running a single finger from ball to heel. My lips travel slowly from her ankle to calf and her eyes roll back with exquisite delight. I drag my nails down the backs of her thighs and she grasps the sheets in ecstasy. Her trembling breath a testament to hedonistic life. My fingers trace abstract patterns over her hips and stomach as my lips journey down her thigh, one then the other. Her creamy skin is like honey on my tongue. I kiss her. Which he followed when he next spoke.“It’s mine, if I can’t kiss you after you’ve tasted me, what sort of shit-head would that make me?“Did you get embarrassed or try to stop me when I kissed you after our first time? No, you didn’t even flinch!”I felt my face flush, “To tell the truth, it wasn’t until the next day when I was talking to Diane that I realised. I got highly embarrassed until she reassured me.”“Oh, giving her all the dirty gossip?” he laughed.“That’s more to the point,” he. I smiled at her statuesque and stacked, beautiful blonde girlfriend who smiled back with a look of relief. Then I saw her.Looking like trouble from the get go, Linda presented a mess. Pale skin had yellowed a bit. Hair roots revealed the brunette truth below the bleach. The hair itself, shoulder length, tangled into a chaos of white straw in a bird's nest. Hazel irises had threads of red in a yellowy cream around them. Those eyes and the face surrounding them showed sadness and distress and a.