Kuch aasey hai ki mari aak school friend thee kavya jo merey sath school may thi lakin school time may us may itni kasish nahi thi jitni mujh ko us ma... tab mili jab who mujh ko aak din patna ke gandi maidian may lagi aak exhibition may mili may kafi logo say baat kar raha tha tabhi aak aachi fig ki ladki mere samney aa kar khadi hoo gaee or boli guess me who may us ko dekhta raha or nahi pehchan saka lakin kuch der mai yaad aaya ki yeh too kavya hai lakin mai dil hi dil mai sochta raha ki yeh. He looks spent, but he has had the upper hand from the very start, it’s my turn now. He stays as he is and I step back, grabbing my clothes and slip out the door before he sees me. I throw my clothes as I blindly go down the steps like I’m late for work, I can’t help but giggle. That’ll teach him to not at least even ask my name before fucking me into next week. I don’t slow down even once on the street, I’m not too far from home. I make good time, but glance over my shoulder to see if he. To bhabi boli aadi yhi mere room m aaja bore hora hoga akela phir m chala gya bhabi se yha wha ki bate krne lga unke baccho ko khilata rha apne ghar k bare m btaya then thak bhut gya sone jane bhabi boli yhi let ja baccho k sath m sofe p let jaungi mene kha nhi bhabi aise accha nhi lgege m bed p aur aap sofe p to boli acha thik h 4o chipak chipak k let jate h.. So hm so gye mere mann m kuch galat khyal nhi tha kuch bhi.. Oh sorry apko bhabi k figure k bare m to btau colour unka white and gulabi. . and strong. He is holding you to the wall by your neck with one hand while his massive tool is grinding into your crack, rubbing the fabric of your suit against your hole. You can feel the smooth fabric of his suit grinding against the fabric of yours. As His hand is removed from the back of your neck His wide, solid, hairy chest slams into your back; thrusting you against the wall.His hands are touching you now, sliding down your sides, over your suit ... His firm grip massages your legs..