” I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next started but simply tried to follow the rhythm of her body. Eventually, I felt her slump and ...ook that as my cue to move. “My, my, my. That was pretty amazing.” “Yes, Mistress.” Justine laughed. “I think you’ve done more than enough to call me ‘Justine’. That was crazy sex. I can’t believe you ate your own cum. I’ve always wanted to see a man do that.” “Make a man do it?” “Make. Yes - that was even hotter,” Justine agreed. She was sitting. He stood up and kiss my eyes gently an put the music on of movie ashique soon we both were in each other arms an swinging around.I was in the heaven he was touching my ass and squeezing them also and his lips were kissing at my cheeks neck and ear and whispering I llove you Swati my Jaan my life. I had closed my eyes and enjoying of him and suddenly he whispered in my ears that he want to kiss me from my toe to head. I was enjoying the lot and thought he gonna kiss me over my clothes.I replied. We would meet in a bar and after a few drinks I would feel her hand in my crotch, rubbing my dick. She was always dressed for the occasion in a way I would have easy acces: short flimsy skirt and a wide shirt. This time it was a summer night and we standing at the bar of this grand café and she was really in the mood rubbing her crotch against my leg"I'm already wet," she whispered.I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt her slip which indeed felt moist and warm.She was a petite girl, perky. I was having to hold my breath, but I really wasn't noticing. Her hands dropped to my belly as she bent over in her climax, shuddering and jerking with an unbroken string of cries and guttural sounds punctuated with an occasional "God" and "Fuck". I felt her fingernails digging into me and wondered if she would draw blood.Suddenly she lifted, breaking contact with her clit and held that position for a moment as her shuddering continued, liquid still dripping down onto my face. Her pussy was.