She kissed him back and she kept her hands on his back moving it up and down.They were doing tongue twisters, licking faces of each other.. he then ma...e her lay on the sofa, got on top of her pressed her boobs and removed her top. She was in her bra now.. instead of playing with her boobs to my surprise he went further down on to her stomach and licked all over there.. i could see his saliva on her stomach.. he licked her naval hole and gradually moved up again and removed her bra.. he sucked. He was replaced by a man who slid a finger into my pussy and before very long I realised he was sliding the whole of his lubed hand into my hole and fisting me. It felt so good as he fucked me with his fist; slowly at first but in time he fisted me harder as I pushed back onto him, encouraging every stroke. I felt men cum on me as they watched him stretching my hole and seeing me cum 3 times in a row. Someone leant into my ear and whispered that I was a magnificent whore and that he was going. Ufffff kya figure tha ekdam sex bomb lag rahi thi. Ab woh mere samne sirf panty pahni hui thi usne koi bra nahi pahni hui thi. Mera land to bekabu ho raha tha main apne pant aur t-shirt nikal dya aur Lela ka sare jisam ko kiss karne laga. Woh bhi tadap ne lagi thi. Tab maine uski panty nikali aur uski virgin choot ko dekhne laga. Wah kya choot thi us ke. Mere andar ek ajib sa excitement ho raha tha. Us ki choot per chhote chhote naram jhhant the. Maine uski choot main apne ungli se clitoris ko. The only problem was that my parents or anyone else who saw the painting would ask why I decided to just paint someone’s feet, and I obviously didn’t want to provide the answer. I pondered the issue in the bathtub Sunday morning while my family was at church. I reasoned that if I did a similar painting of his hands, I could pass it off as me practicing human figures. I texted Kevin right before my parents got home.“Can u come over tmrw?”“y?”“Want 2 do another painting. Cant explain.”“Ok.”The.