Jai —are bapre.. Ye zeher to andar tak chala gaya hai namrata.Namrata —–kya !!! Mujhe dar lag raha hai mama, kaise bhi karke use nikaliye na.Jai...laga apne kapde utarne. Namrata use dekh kar puchhne hi wali thee ke wo bola …Jai –ghabrao mat namrata, jab tak tumhara mama jinda hai, tumhe kuchh nahi hone dega. Us zeher ko khod nikalne ka ek tarika hai mere pas. Par thoda dard hoga.Namrata ko apne mama ki bato ko sunkar tasalli huyi, use pyar ane laga tha apne mama par, ke wo use kitna pyar karte. The loud groan of release seemed to bounce around the room and echo down the hall. Candice’s pussy pulsated as she swallowed Bobby’s cream. He was her third blow job that week and the money she was going to pocket would help pay for a new purse she’d seen in the display window of Monroe & Sons. It was a beautiful red purse, with a price tag of $300.00 and she only had a couple more cocks to suck and it would be hers. She knew if she fucked him, she’d make up the difference, but there really. I walked inside and sat in a chair. I looked out the window and saw just endlessly blue sky. I laid back in my chair and thought of how amazing this world was. My thoughts were soon interrupted though by a rather massive voice. ‘Why did you come back here boy? Why have you returned to where you came from? Why now, why came home?’ She wore an expression I had never before seen in my life. She simply sat there, staring, void of emotion. She simply awaited an answer. My hands crossed and I looked. She arrived at my place and I walked her into my apartment. The first thing we did was put on Netflix and chose to watch the first episode of The Witcher (Yes, start up the “Netflix-and-chill” jokes. I know). We snuggled up on my bed together with her laptop by our feet to watch the show. However, not more than 10 minutes or so in, she turned her face towards mine and proceeded to make out with me.We passionately make out for several minutes, pressing our lips against one another while working.