The thick head of his dick stretches, massages, and rubs the inside of me. “Like that?” he grunts, driving deeper. “God, yes.” I gasp, archi...g my hips to take more. The friction is amazing. There’s nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won’t. She’s too young, too inhibited. I have no shame. Sweat dampens his hair and drips down his chest. The delicious scent of hardworking male fills my nostrils. It’s so. Me jab bhi unke ghar rehne ata hu to nahate vakt unki panty ko pehnte hi nahata hu or muth mar leta he.Usdin mene sirf use sungte huya muth marli or mera maal farsh pe gir gaya mene use jese tese saf kiya or drawing room me aake beth gaya.Fir wo muje nasta deke apne kapde dhone ke liye bathroomse lene gayi,jate vakt usne muje smile kiya shayad usne mera maal dekh liya hoga jo ki mene thikse nahi saf kiya tha.Nasta karke me ghar pe chala aya. Afternoonme me so raha tha to mami achank se ghar par. They didn't take Route 39 but went there another way so they didn't know about the accident till sometime Sunday.I headed home and called the Whites' house. I asked Carol if she could keep Vicky for the night. I had somewhere I had to go and wouldn't be back till the next day."Is there something wrong, Randy? Is there something we can do for you?" I knew she could see the tone in my voice was different."No, it's just something I have to do. I'll be back tomorrow; just watch Vicky for me."I hung. Normal built body. No fats but not thin. Just fit. Use to play badminton and jog. My friend Bani on a bit short of height but she is very sweet and cute. She had a face like Preity Zinta type. The best part of her was her breasts and her ass. Although been on a bit of a short height, she had massive breasts one you can die for. Maximum times she use to wear tight t-shirts because if which her tightness of the boobs use to show out.And fuck, what a cleavage. When she wears a shirt and keeps tops.