I hear you moan; clearly your pussy remembers me well. I feel your hands on my head pulling me into your eager love slit. Remembering what you like, m... tongue quickly finds your hole, darting inside. I slip my tongue up, twirling it around your clit. I suck it in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before teasing it again.I slow down a little, knowing that I could continue and make you cum almost immediately. Instead I kiss your pussy lips, my tongue sliding around your pussy, slipping down to. I had to move interstate for my work so we used to WhatsApp and chat over the phone. Gradually from general conversations, it turned to naughty and dirty talks. She being from a strict and conservative Muslim family wasn’t very comfortable in sex talks but I often used to instigate her. After a couple of months, I then decided to go to Mumbai to fuck her as I got desperate for her. It took another couple of weeks to convince her but eventually, she agreed. So early this year I booked my tickets. The draining of my own tank took a few moments, then I started the shower and opened the bathroom door to call her in. Our shower was a little interesting, as we both knew that we wanted it to go on for a long time, and involve at least one good orgasm, but we also both knew that we were pressed for time. We did use the opportunity to make sure that the more pleasant parts were very clean, and there was sufficient fondling and caressing to light up most of the important nerve endings, but there. I got drunk. I think the other girls did, too. When you’re drunk, you’re not exactly in the best condition to judge the sobriety of others. This was a nice tradition and it provided a kind of intermezzo from Jeff. I would correct that situation as soon as I could tomorrow because even the dullest day with Jeff was better than the most exciting day with anybody else. We gathered ourselves up and made our way out around midnight. All the other girls, with the possible exception of Jen, had gotten.