I had no interest in getting out of my cozy comforters. Already sporting a morning wood, I opened up tinder app, with hope to initiate sexting with my...matches, maybe to get off. I had around five matches then; three of them showed no signs of getting out of the endless-text exchanges and two were just in there for sexting. While swiping a few more, I got a match with Poulami. Like most Bengali girls, she had beautiful eyes to lock one’s eyes with and flaunted great curves to kindle the desire. In addition, she did/does drink a lot. Not sure I'd say alcoholic, she is a professional and was always very responsible professionally actually. So anyway, she re-married when I was around 8 and remained in that marriage until I was in college. I lived with my dad, but visited her 3 times a year every year, 1 of which was about 2 months in the summer. My sisters lived with her. In their house I had a bedroom in the basement. It wasn't really a real bedroom, but a room in the basement with a. She panted as she laid there against his chest. They finally had sex after all this time, after eight months of dating she finally gave herself to him. It felt right though because she loved him and she was damn sure he loved her back even though they havent said I love you to each other. She heard Cody murmur something to her but she didnt understand him because she was almost asleep. Shed ask him tomorrow what he had said. She fell deeper into sleep as she felt his hand caressing her thigh.. My moan started to rise to a scream as I hit the button to start the vibrator and my journey into ecstasy. I rotated the vibrator till the little bend at the end found my G-spot. Forcing myself to hold off, my legs closed, holding the vibrator in place so I could use that hand to grab my breast. My clit was on fire as my fingers tormented it over and over again. I twisted my nipple and pulled just as my body finally said, 'enough'. I felt the pulling deep inside my whole being and I shook as I.