.!” I gasped, feeling the helmet of my dick touch her cervix; I looked into her eyes—the eyes of a mother, compassionate and loving—and exploded...deep inside her.“Oh god...!” I grunted, suddenly grasping her hips and thrusting upward; she took my thrusts—groaning slightly as my sperm squirted into her belly—and I felt her inside muscles holding me, milking the cream from my balls. Then it was done. I relaxed and she knelt forward--still impaled on my cock—to kiss me on the cheek.“I’ll give you a. We were buying some of her beauty item; we saw short, lacy lingerie which I brought for her; a saree for her and her sister too. We left to our home. I asked her to stay that night in my place, but she feared her sister and later she agreed. She cooked our dinner, and after having the dinner, we both start our needful job i.e. the job of physical need. I ask Surabhi to wear the lacy type nightie, she wear it. Oh!!!! Really she looks like a sex queen. I hugged her, and began to foundling her. We sipped the classic vintage as Drip lit a thickly rolled Dutch. Knocka reached over for the tiny silver spoon and sniffed the powder lightly into both her nostrils. She wiggled her nose a little, tilted the wine to her lips and laid her head back on the Blue crushed velvet couch. Drip passed me the Ganja, and I inhaled in a massive cloud of sweet smelling smoke then slowly exhaled. Drip Sat between us and pulled gently on my nipple as he leaned over and took a suck off of Knocka's bottom. Then she finally said,“Feels good. Doesn’t it.”Of course it felt good and I assumed it felt good for her, too. I didn’t want to stop…she didn’t do anything to stop me…and soon I was too-far-gone to stop myself. This was my favorite position and she had wisely saved it for last. It would be a nice long slow fuck just like when she was on the pill.I told myself, she’s got two doses of foam in her; it’s my second time tonight, surely not much.