“Pehle khaa le! Can’t you wait for twenty minutes so I have breakfast!” “Asha baby,” I grabbed her hand and turned her around to face me, �...I’ve been waiting eight years to fuck you, to grab your tits rightfully, and own that gorgeous piece of ass. I can’t wait any longer.”We stared at each other for a couple of minutes as I waited for Asha to understand the full import of how much I loved her, and then she leaned into me as we kissed deeply – passionately this time. “You didn’t even let me fuck. He was 6 feet tall, dark hair, covered in tattoos, he wore geeky glasses, was well sculpted with with huge mucles, and had this very cute, very sexy awkward way about him. We had fucked a handful of times and it was pretty fucking hot. I must say I am a sucker for a man who eats pussy like a fat k** in a candy shop, besides the fact that he could make me squirt clear across the bed, the first time we ever fucked. After fucking him for some time, I could tell there was something he was holding. The difference in our heights is accentuated here, my tall frame behind your petite one, but I love that difference, especially when we slow dance with your head against my chest. I see you looking at me in the mirror and I smile, only to have you return that smile that can absolutely take my breath away. I quietly tell you that I’m going to undress you now in front of the mirror because I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you, and I feel you shiver ever so slightly at my words. I. Becca breaks from the kiss for a moment. "No, hun! I was… I want you to have a..." she gasps, out of breath. Her own pussy, begs for attention beneath her shorts. "I need to make you feel good!" Stacy gasps, almost manically. "I want so badly to have my tongue inside you. I want to make you scream and moan and whimper as I lick you." Becca squirms underneath her young, sexy girlfriend. "But! I wanted you to," Becca protests, before Stacy fills her mouth with her fingers. Stacy lowers herself.