She told me she loved watching her husband suck a nice fat cock. I asked her if she wanted to join him and share it. She smiled and joined her husba...d. They took turns sucking my cock and balls. I moaned that I was going to cum and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it all the way down on my dick. That was all I could take and I shot a big load of cum down his throat. He sucked every last drop of cum out of me. They got up and invited me back to their room for some more fun. . She told me that you wanted to have sex with me)“Sex karna kise kehte hain, pata hai?” I asked her, while looking at Malini, trying to assure myself that she was here on her free will.(Do you know what it means to have sex?)Nirmala looked up at me with a funny look. “Main atharah saal ki hoon. Mujhe sab pata hai. For your information, complex ki most ladkiyan, including me, aapke saath sex karne ka fantasy dekhti hain”(I am eighteen years old. I know everything about sex. For your information,. In fact I recall that I was again trembling with the same excitement that I had experienced during my first time!I continued to observe from my mirror and after a few minutes felt the soft warmth of his tongue as he tested my cock to know how it felt. Licking gave way to popping my head in his warm mouth, just the head at first but gradually, he took in about half as he slowly mouth fucked me. I could feel my balls starting to become tense and my cock harden even more as I became closer to. 'So where does this leave us?' she asked, as we lay, breathless and sticky after yet another fuck. 'Good friends who love to fuck?' I offered. 'I like that,' she smiled, snuggling in close. 'That leaves us still able to see others, doesn't it?' 'Oh, God, yes! In fact we ought to make a rule: we should make sure we fuck each other at least once a week – more if we want – but, apart from that…' .