Filthy fucking git! He loves me dominating him, and I’ve not even started. He shudders whilst I stroke him with one hand. The other had strokes over...his arsehole. I lube him nicely, working a single finger inside him. Inch by slow inch my finger moves deeper, letting him adjust to it. He leans back into it, needing so much more. He’s incredibly turned on; I take cue and go from there. I scoot forward, running the head of my cock head over his arse crack. I tap against it slightly, teasing him,. I just walked to his bed, turned around, and let the robe fall to the floor. I looked over at his digital clock and saw it change to nine oh six. All I had to do was allow him to feel me up until nine eleven. I kept an eye on his clock while he felt my tits and sucked my nipples. I thought that it would be gross letting my little brother feel me up but instead I felt myself getting aroused. Then he started fingering my pussy. I knew I was wet and I knew that he didn’t know what he was doing so. Maine kaha bus toh woh boli haa toh maine kaha nahi yeh toh suraat hai mai jaa ke unki choot phir chtne laga jab mai unki choot chat raha tha toh unki choot se mera chik toda nikal raha tha 10 min ke baad mera lund khada hua toh mujhe malum tha ki yeh shot marne mai mujhe kam se kam 45 minute lage gaa paani nikal ne mai maine unko khada kiya aur unke pheeche chala gaya unko laga ki mai inki choot mai lund dalu ga par maine unki gaand mai do ungli daali aur apna lund unki gaand mai dalne laga. Sure he'd been here to check up on his senior agent quite a few times, but never when he was the one who needed a shoulder. He probably could have gone to Ducky but that wouldn't have been right. He wanted to be here. Whatever came of it.He started to knock on the door but then just used his key and let himself in. What would he say to gain entry anyway? The apartment was dark and only then did he realize that it had passed midnight. As he sat at the bar, beating himself up over his gut and.