Her hand pushed her dress between her legs, and her fingers squeezed her pussy repeatedly. She wasn't consciously masturbating. It was just a nervous ...abit, a response to the frustrations of racking her brain for answers and to the rising levels of hormones within her.If only I could have come last night... or this morning, she thought. But studying late into the night and waking late had precluded playing with her clit, coming, and relieving herself as she almost always did—had to do—at least. Tab piyush ne mera ghoonght uthaya aur kaha kya lips hai aur mujhese pucha kaunsa flavor hai mene kaha cherry, vo phir paaglon ki tarah mujhe smooch karne laga mene bhi usko response dia tab dusre ne meri silk jaisi taangonpe haath phirana shuru kia. Piyush ki smooch ki wajah se poori lipstick uske aur mere mooh pe fail gai.Tab dobara piyush ne mujhe lipstick lagane ko kaha aur apni pent utar kar kaha ki mere penis pe apni lipstick ka daag lagao. Main vaisa he karne lagi uski penis laal ho gai. Finally at the come was in her tummy. And she licked his relaxing tool clean.She released it and swallowed a few more times. She kissed the long limp organ gratefully.For a second she felt a twinge of regret at having gone down on him so soon. For during all that day, with all its sex play, she had not yet come properly, or so she thought. But the blow job had been wonderful; one of the best she'd ever given. He'd be firm again and would last longer the second time! Then she'd get a cuntful and. "I thought 'The Summit' was not real. It's just a post-cold war dream." I thought so too, liebchen Samantha," he replied. "But there weremeetings and conferences in the past two years discussing the resurgenceof a secret global intelligence. There's a grand design and I wasassigned to take care one of their experiments. I wanted you to joinme."I realized that this was what the mission all about: to retrieve theinformation about The Summit's revival."What experiment, Igor?" The girl in front of.