Beige slacks stretched nice and tight across that sexy lower half, maroon shirt covering what was up top and showing her light-brown arms off nicely. ...er curly, ponytailed black hair spilled down to the middle of her back.I had figured not to see her again, but there she was like a beacon calling to me. I'd taken Spanish in school, but was much better at reading than speaking or understanding it when I heard it. Conversation would be difficult with this cutie. But I had a better, riskier idea.. You slide one finger into my hole. I moan loudly this time. You move it further in, finding my G-Spot. You push into it, repeatedly, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I moan again, and you move your thumb onto my swollen clit. It feels so, so, so good. My moans become higher pitched as I get closer and closer to the edge. But you stop. “Beg for more.” You order. “What?” I say, completely dazed. “Fucking beg me, you naughty little bitch.” “Please, Tom, please give me more. You’re so. Agla din phire mandir gaya or darshan kar ke jasa me bahar nikla mujhe wo aunty phire najar aie or unhona mujhe dekh kar smile de or maina bhi smile pass ke phire wo mera pass aie or munjhe say kaha ke app jaega mat me abhi darshan kar ka ati hu mujhe apna kano par wishwas nahi hu ke aunty ne mujhe tusre mulakat mujhe say aga reh kar baat ki or me bhi wahi ruk gaya or unka intajar karna laga or wo thodi der me darshane kar ke bahar agai or mere pass akar usne sabsa phele mera naam pucha or khud. Its soft and smooth but big against my ass. You lift it and bring it down hard on my ass. I squeal as a pleasure/pain runs from my ass to my clit, causing my muscles to contract around your tongue as you continue to lap at my pussy. You suddenly stop then. Standing behind me and I wine for you. I need more. I need you so badly. You position yourself against my ass. Running your cock up and down my slit. From my ass hole to my clit and back, wetting both me and you at the same time. Beg you.