Aunti asche so aunti nijai ranna kre amader khawate laglo. To majhe majhei ami aunti k rannar jonno ata ota ana ditam because ami class sara always ba...ai portam. Aga ato portam na akhn pori amr real love mane amrGirlfriend ar ste break up ar por thakai ami pora likha vlo kora korta suru kri coz amr akhn aktai chinta amk onk boro hota hbe. To akdin sondhai aunti ranna korse puri banasse sondhar nasta ar jonno. Tokhono arif fere nai r nila(arif ar bon) barandai khalse. Ami rum thaka ber hoya. ’ She felt the whisper of hair as it brushed her leg. ‘You’re wet. Do you wonder if I am? Do you want to taste me?’ The bed moved and she heard a rustle, like material brushing against fabric. Her nose was suddenly covered in soft, gossamer silk. ‘There, taste me through your nose. Are they still warm from me, are they damp?’ Fingers rubbed the silk panties against her nostrils. She lay still, entranced. The rustle again and the bed dipped. The warm breath was back beside her ear, hair touching. It was still partially concealed under her labia, but it was resembling a small penis more than ever. He also thought that her lips were thicker. He wanted to question her about it but he smelled her scent, and he forgot. The only thing that he cared about was getting his fix. He leaned in and pushed his mouth between her labia and breathed in her succulent aroma. His penis surged forward, filling with blood to an almost painful point. He slid his arms under her thighs and settled in when he. He threw me onto the futon, straddled me, and kissed me again. My raw instincts took over, and I wrapped my arms around his body. Our cocks rubbed together, which made me that much harder. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I’m sure he could smell mine, but neither of us seemed to care.“Put your ass up,” he said, and I obeyed him as fast as I could. I rolled over, put my head down, and pointed my ass in the air. Before I knew what was happening, he buried his face in my crack,.