As I munched on her pussy like a piece of succulent fruit, I reached over and covered my fingers in synthetic lubricant. After repositioning my mouth ...lightly upward, consequently allowing my tongue access to her swollen clit, I simultaneously inserted two of my oily bits deep inside coating her love tunnel with the slippery substance.Once I was convinced she had loosened up sufficiently, I reluctantly removed my fingers from inside her pussy and subsequently replaced them with the Orgamatic.. ”Wow! What a speech. The DJ went into another ballad and the dance floor was filling with couples. It was exactly the kind of music we needed. Cassie kept her arms wrapped around my neck, hugging her face to my shoulder.“Cassie, we were eight or nine years old. I was becoming a stinky boy and you became ... an even more beautiful and perfect girl. You were popular. I knew what I was. I didn’t even become fully a human being until I was forty,” I laughed. Cassie laughed, too.“Silly. Nobody’s. “No more teasing baby,” Riley whimpered.“You love it,” he reminded her, as he rubbed her clit with the head of his dick again.“I do,” she panted. “But I just want you too much right now, please fuck me.” She whispered.“Don’t need to ask twice baby,” he whispered back to her as he eased the head down and into her tight wet pussy.He groaned as he felt her muscles contracting around him, adjusting, sucking him in. He eased out and then gave a shallow thrust, making Riley cry out.“You torturing. In the living room, my mother sat with my didi. On the opposite couch sat a man with orange overalls-Mirkand Swami and another young guy, around the same age as Didi. The guy seemed average-looking and had a slight bald patch.(The dialogue took place in Gujarati, I am translating to English here)Swami- Swati beti, do you remember what I said yesterday?Mom- Y-yyy-Yes Swamiji. (she avoided eye-contact)Swami (smilingly)- Good. This is Sumesh. He is an engineer. He is an orphan but treats me like.