Make that dick you're personal ice cream cone," he whispered as he now had his elbows on the bed while his head was raised so he could watch me work m... magic on him.He wasn't lying. I would take the flat part of my tongue and start on one side of his cock head and lick around the rim to the other side like a person would do to an ice cream cone that was melting. Of course my "ice cream" was Dante's precum."That's sensitive. Go slow," Dante jerked around while he ordered referring to his. Now let me talk about the Lady of the story. She lived in the rooms opposite to us. The arrangement was such that her Hall room was visible from my Kitchen window (this is a vital piece of info). About her, she was 30+ years of age. And she lived there with her husband and another lady. To be honest, the whole situation is still confusing. Apparently she was a mistress or I don’t know what to him. He never cared about his wife. All he did was listen to that mistress/lady friend. I used to first. When he seemed to be done I released my grip and went for the toliet paper to clean up the small mess. I got things wiped up off the floor then got a cloth and wetted it and cleaned his cock of the lotion. I noticed that his cock was still as hard as ever. I looked at him and he said sometimes it does this. I told him I did not understand and he told me that many times he does not cum completely and that he has to do it a second time. I told him I needed to pee and to wait a second and with. ’‘dipty’ … amit ne kaha ‘mere khayal se ‘ ‘abhi bhi store chalu honge’ dipty ne kaha, ‘chalo apne big bazar mei’‘aree dipti… ruukoo, muje koi badi movie nai banana hai’Dipty ne apni puri nangi tape banayi aur apna iphone rakh diya. ‘thik hai’ dipti ne kaha ‘mujhe to laga tum meri ek achi sex video banayenge. Par jane do….’ ‘mujhe to banana hai par kuch time phele mahol kitna romantic tha’ amit ne kaha‘ha muje pata hai’ dipty ne amit k shoulder ko tab kiya, ‘par mei chahti thi ki har ek angle se.