.orgasm..Me: Achha, esme kya hota he…(I just taking fun out of her).Priya: mujhe nahi pata (vo sharma jati he)..Me: par tumhari panty to bahut gili ...o gaye he.Priya kuchh nahi bol pati. Me uski panty bhi nikal deta hu. Ab vo puri tarah se nangi ho jati he. Me bhi apna shirt aur baniyan nikal deta hu aur pura nanga ho jata hu. Ek bar phir se me use hug karta hu…aur bedroom ki taraf khitcha hu. Vo mera lund pakdati he…aur sath sath aati he…jaise ek dulhan, dulhe ka dupatta pakad kar uske pichhe. I broke away first, moving my kisses down and under her chin to her slender neck, kissing her throat as she let her head fall back, her long brown hair falling, cascading over my arm which supported her. As I reached her chest I unclipped her pretty bra, letting fall away from her small but perfectly formed breasts. Her nipple was hard yet so soft as I gently kissed the tip then slowly sucked it into my mouth and she gasped as I did so, her hand on the back of my head pulling me on to her.I. Taking hold of my hand you tell me you thrust you and of course I do, as we walk hand in hand through light mud. We walk upto a concrete step; you tell me its ok, just lift my legs alittle. Now you tell me to undress, everything off. I can hear noises from the road not too far away but nothing else. After I've undressed, I feel you standing close to me; you take my cock into your hand and begin wanking me. Tilting my head back I let out a loud sigh and nearly cum straight away. You whisper into. The city is always and completely devoid of nature, even the infesting cockroaches and rats seem alien and foreign. Here, the smallest and lonely hovel of an apartment costs more than many pay, back in my small hometown, for the mortgage on their houses.I don't understand the people living in the city. A city full of people, always hurrying, never having enough time to say a helpful friendly word, always pushing always shoving. No one knows you. No one cares about you, an empty city, though too.