.?” She reply. Pahele aap batao fir mai bataongi…? I: Mai Maharashtra ke ——- shar me raheta ho.. or MBA Second year me hu.. She: mai pune me r...heti ho.. or BDS Doctor hu.. I: Oh great, aap to mujh se Senior ho..? She: what do you mean…? I: Kuch nahi… r u married…? She: no.. r u…? I: no… She: koi experience hai kya..? I: abhi tak nahi.. kya aapka hai..? She: what do u mean..? I: Yaar jaisa aapne pucha maine b wohi matlab se pucha.. She: NOOOOOOOO..? I: Accha baba gussa kiyo karte ho…? She: mai. I slowed down and just pulled almost my whole cock out with just the head inside her slurping pussy as if filled with juices ready to explode.I rammed it in with full speed and again took it out slowly. I kept this going for a few thrusts and now she was digging her nails in my back. I picked up the pace and she orgasmed all over me. Her pussy pressing in me and her legs shivering in pleasure. I was not done yet.As her aftershocks began stood on the floor and started fucking her. Daniel knew I. The moment we entered room I took off my shirt, she was afraid as why I was disrobing myself. Assured her, don't worry my girl I am removing shirt because after smoking our clothes will have stinking smell. So, it's better if you remove yours also. If your mom finds the odor she will not only kick you, me also. After some hesitation, she removed her kameez. She was wearing slip inside and no bra. The slip was thin enough to reveal whatever it had to conceal. I settled on sofa she too took seat. He had already told her that his parents were gone to see his aunt, so she had relaxed. Zoë had also realized how he cared for the house. On one of her brief trips to the bathroom she had seen his room, a neat little room that looked so utterly normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried half heartedly to smile back but the attempt quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood next to her.“Michael…” At the sound of Zoë’s voice he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine.