It was already dark and the dhaba had shut down, but the terrace of the dhaba was accessible and it showed a beautiful view of the city lights below.W...ll we started chatting and drinking beer, started chatting and somehow topic moved to exs and what happened and then to sex. Just imagine you are drinking beer out in the open, its almost pitch dark, amazing breeze, and you are talking about sex with a gorgeous girl. I was getting hard hearing her misadventures. After a few minutes she asked me. She had to hold it in her mouth for a full five minutes, savoring her own juices before she could chew it up and swallow it.She did as she was told, and when she got the hot dog out of her pussy, it was dripping with her slimy juice. She knew she had to do as she was told, so she stuck it in her mouth, sucking her cream from it for the five minutes. She thought to herself, it wasn’t all that bad. She really did enjoy the taste of cunt and hers was pretty good. She really had to learn how to eat. We quickly took off our jeans and tied that loincloth over our still wet panties and started to tie another piece over our bras but since it wasn't meant to be tied around breasts, let alone big ones like ours, it was turning out to be a knotty problem but after struggling with it we somehow managed to keep it together.But the hardest part was yet to come.I grew up with parents who weren't afraid to display physical intimacy or their bodies, so right from c***dhood my siblings and I were very. Pictured him blushing as she waited for his reply.An ellipses finally popped up. Disappeared. “Every part. But your heart most of all.”“Jesus Christ.” With every other man, that kind of shit was a line. Something they tossed at the ladies to get in their panties. Not with him. The cell shook in her hand, her pulse loud in her ears. She tried to breathe normally, then gripped the phone again. “I’m wet, Jesse. I want you. In the worst way possible.”Nothing. The prompt beat at the text.