To waha mujhe mera purana boyfriend mil gaya. Maine usse wahi thodi der baat ki, aur fir apne ghar coffee ke liye bula liya.Fir wo mere sath hi mere g...ar aa gaya. Ghar pe maine usko coffee offer ki, aur hum puraane time ki meethi baato mein kho gaye. Baato-baato mein usne mera hath pakad liya aur bola –Boyfriend: Riz, bahut miss karta hu yaar main tumhe.Maine bhi usko kaha: Main bhi miss karti hu.Fir usne mujhe meri sex life ke baare mein poocha. Aur maine usko sab sach bata diya. Maine usko. But we were cool. I also had a few other classes with her in my two years there. Later, I would know that my friend had a thing for Kiki. .oOo. “Wait, Kiki? You’d fuck Kiki? Really?” I said, surprised.“I got a thing for bigger women, okay? Her titties are always borderline busting out of her shirt!” He admitted.I chuckled. I didn’t judge. Kiki was a bit on the curvy side, quite frankly. I never thought of her like that.“Hey, they need loving too,” I said, shrugging. We felt playful slaps on the. It seemed to last for an eternity, but only a moment later, they were in a clearing, far from the path, as he whispered once more into her ear, his tongue running along the back her soft lobe,"What little treasures do ye' have for me, lassey?"Immediatley she yelped,"I have no coin on me... No coin."He laughed, a dark laugh, before saying in a sinister tone, "I am not looking fer coin, lassey."The blade at her throat fell away and the hand that had held it immediatly slipped to the front of her. Sobbing and shaking now she tries to lift her head and turn back to me but I grab her by the back of her neck, forcing her back down and holding her there.Don’t move! She is crying, but stay’s put. I start again to tease her asshole with my cock-head and she moans with the contact, pushing back again with her ass. “Be still!” “Do you want me to put this back in your ass?” I ask. “Yes, sir!” she sobs. “Why??” She pauses then in a soft voice… “Because I am your little ass slut?” WHAT?A little.