I wore a black lace bra, which showed my cleavage off to its best, a short black dress, for obvious reasons, and my favourite stockings and suspenders... I slipped my feet into my heels, picked up my coat and handbag and headed for the door. Matt was already seated at the restaurant when I arrived. He was always early, or eager, one of the two. We had a lovely meal, but that was expected at the restaurant he chose. The conversation flowed, almost as much as the wine, but most of that was going. The two dudes didn't waste any time dropping their big dicks out as they approached the limo. She said the young black gay dude didn't waste anytime eighter dropping down to start the show, taking turns sucking those giant cocks. They were all over him rubbing his face force-feeding him. He managed to get the rear door of the limo opens and the one guy slid in as he sucked the other. The guy that was already in wasn't going to be left out of the action reached out to grub the hand of the cock. He adjusted his hair and chiffon saree he was wearing. He didn’t feel too tensed, but the sheer nervousness was incurring into his cute face. He sighed slowly and started smiling to welcome the guests who were just stand outside the door and come in. Three weeks ago, the same tuesday night, amith and his boyfriend vidyut were lying cuddled under a blanket in lonavala. The chilling climate was piercing through the thick blanket and doing wonders in amith’s body and mind. He slid his fingers and. They walked between the aisles and she looked up at him, and bit her lip, looking sultry and vulnerable simultaneously."May I kiss you?" she asked. "You may," he responded. She had to stand on her tiptoes, so he bent down to meet her lips. Her lips touched his whisper gently. They were warm, incredibly soft, and she tasted like the chai tea she drank earlier. Her scent was sweet like vanilla and bergamot mixed with the smell of the old books that surrounded them. The very tip of her tongue.