As she moved it slithered away. As she touched it, it escaped her clutches and wrapped around her wrist. It bound her and pulled her, stretching her o...en. She desperately clawed at it with her other hand digging in her nails. Then that arm was grabbed and pulled. Her arms were spread out. Her chest was forced up as something spread her sex. "Whats going on!" She sobbed. She felt the tendrils slip under her shirt and m***** her sides, tickling and wrapping around her hips. They explored her. Aur mai bhi uski jibh chusne laga.. Mujhe maja aa raha tha ki yaar baithe baithe ek model jaisi ladki mil gayi.. Ab maine apni jibh se uske muh ke andar pura explore karne laga, uske daanto par jibh firane laga… Wo bhi mere saath aise hi kar rahi thi… Hamari ye smooch kam se kam 20 min chali hogi…Ab smooch karte karte wo meri chest par haath firane lagi.. Mujhe laga yaar aaj to ye kuch na kuch karwa ke rahegi maine bhi usko roka nahi. Usne meri t-shirt utar di aur meri neck par kiss karne lagi…. “I’m here for some coffee.” He replied quietly. “Really Einstein, never would guess that here by the looks of you. I thought you were here for the sparking décor and amateur poetry night.” She retorted. He stopped and looked around for a mic he thought before he looked back at her. “Did they have that here tonight?” he asked.She laughed at him then asked him again, “What do you want to drink, I know I am missing my waitress dress but I do work here. “ Fred suddenly got nervous remembering what. ’ ‘That’s not tuna, that’s red snapper you turd’ Becky giggled while looking down at the little tent erected inside my robe. ‘You better have some morning wood down there.’ The paper went flying across the counter as I shed the robe and moved up between Becky’s legs. My cock was indeed hard and I swirled it vigorously around the lips of her pussy. In the glow of the morning light her pussy hair was so bright it was almost phosphorescent, and she moaned softly when the head of my cock slid.