Under my body I can feel you breathing hard, your hands clutching your silk restraints. I press the vibe against your ass, pushing against the pressur... to penetrate your ass. It slides past the barrier with a soft popping noise and I slide it in to the end. I wait a moment to let you adjust and to let you enjoy the vibrations against your prostate. I move it in and out a few times and you moan into me again, but I say, “if you want more, I need to cum first... suck my holes.." I am almost. Regardless, Christian — assuming that was really his name — wasn’t just cute. The guy was H-O-T. Probably 6’4” or 6’5”, shaggy brown hair under a baseball cap, and a chest and arms that you could tell were cut despite the unflattering Dominos uniform he was wearing. There was also the giant bulge that introduced itself the second I opened the door. I came DANGEROUSLY close to mounting him right there on the front patio and giving my neighbors a late night show to remember. Honestly, the only. I felt slightly sick when thoughts of her not showing up crossed rudely through my mind. Then the rational part of me agreed that those thoughts were probably correct. I stared into the shining fender only to see a disappointed face looking back at me.A flash of white flickered in my peripheral vision, as did an electric spark in my heart. She was here, parking in the next wash bay. I was trying to swallow my heart as she hopped out of her car, smiling a strangely familiar smile. I guess it was. He caressed her cheeks. He was torn between Ramani and his mother, Chandra could see it in his eyes. Mann move closer to her, his lips brushing against hers. Softly, he kissed her. His fingers ran through her black curly hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her neck, sending shivers through Chandra’s nerves. She grabbed his head, held it tight.Slowly, but surely, Mann moved down her body, dexterously licking, kissing her navel, her succulent breasts, her tummy, and finally her clitoris. Each.