A panoply of thoughts expressed themselves across her facial features, as I'm sure was the same for me. Why are we doing this? What will this mean for...us? Will we get caught? All that and more rushed through our minds too quickly to contemplate properly. The sensation and the intimacy we were creating together, however, were vast yet simple concepts, made to be revelled in. Catching my rhythm, my roommate began to bounce up and down on her dildo in time with my thrusts, and since she had been. I saw her face she had her eyes closed. Me “sorry aap ki nighty thodi si fat gayee. Aab kaise lag raha hai aapko?” Radhika “aacha lag raha hai” and her moans continued. I thought she needs sex and so with all my courage I put my hands on her boobs and pressed them she immediately caught my hands and held them on her boobs. I feel afraid as what she will tell. Radhika “kya kar rehe ho?” Me “I am feeling your heartbeats”. Radhika “avii you are a nice man. It was very nice of you. You helped me a. Mausi ne koi reaction nahi kiya to meri himmat aur badh gai mene ek hath uski salwar ke upar se hi uski chut par rakhkar usko sahlane laga mausi aab bhi kuch nahi boli to meri himmat bad gai aur me mausi ki kurte me hath daalkar uski bra ke uparse uske boobs dabane laga wo mast ho rahi thi fir mene uski bra ka huk khool diya aur mausi ke salwar ka nara bhee khol diya ab me samjh gaya tha ki mausi ko bhee maza aaraha hi mere boobs ko sahalane se uski chuchiya kadi ho Gai uske muah se aaaah. “I can’t like this…not here…” she protested, glancing out to the hallway again. “But do you want to…?” he pressed her. “God, yes.” “Then do it…Whore.” Her eyes locked onto his at the word. “Whore.” He repeated He knew he had struck a chord with her. “Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little.