She was guilty about what she just did but was still wet. She stood up to straighten up the couch when Sammy came from behind and held her tight. His ...ick became erect in an instant. He aggressively pressed her boobs and pulled it out. Shweta fell back on the couch and he took of her panty. There she was, all naked, boobs exposed, pussy wet. Sammy did not have a condom but that was not going to stop him. He held her legs and spread them apart and fell on top of her, kissing her boobs, sucking. That’s usually how that works over there. And I’m pretty sure Scandinavians have had these services delivered at home by drone since 1930 or something. (Oh and they love it when you call them ‘Scandinavians’.)I never questioned the name or the existence of the consultatiebureau until I had to explain it to Melody and realised the word meant nothing and the service wasn’t a universal thing. (Likewise, the Dutch military police and border patrol are called ‘Marechaussee’. I can’t even begin to. Before that I never thought I would have such a deep attraction for girls. She asked me if I had ever kissed a girl before, and again no. She asked me if I would kiss her? At first I was hesitant, but I figured I'd give it a try. She kissed me, and all of a sudden we were close and we were feeling each others' tits. It felt so good. The touch of a female, especially a beautiful one like her, I got so turned on. Her kiss was so sweet and it felt so different from kissing a boy. An amazing. She was arching her back and jamming her hips into every intrusion of my rock hard cock into her willing cunt. She was milking me for all she was worth and I loved the sensation, but I knew that I was almost there. I intensified my efforts by throwing every bit of energy into each thrust of my hips, ramming my cock into her without regards to the effect on her. I heard the slapping sound of our skin coming together and the sloshing sound of her juices being forces out of her vaginal opening.