I rubbed my lips with my wet fingers. I opened up to see a sticky mess, strains of my own fluid stretch across each of my spread fingers. It was insti...ct to lick them. I usually lick them off of someone else’s fingers, but the frequent desire to be dirty came every so often when I played with myself. I had to get myself together before Jace got home. I couldn’t gauge myself on how trampy I seemed. My head was still stuck in college, writing down chemistry notes while rubbing the lap of the. Khana khan eke baad mai or didi, didi ke room bate karne lage didi ne kaha ke raat yahi so jaa, meri tyabet thik nahi lag rahi.. I was so happy. Maine boxer or t-shirt pahana hua tha. hum sone ki tayari karne lage. Shayad didi ajj chudai ke mud me thi. se said yaar muze sar dard ho raha. Please muze sar bam laga de na. I said why not didi. Mai uske sir par bam lagane laga. Uske boobs nazar aa rahe the. She is not wearing bra inside. Aur mera lund khada hone laga. Yar thoda pith par bhi laga de. One day while I was at work the other manager came in wearing a tank top and these VERY short shorts. I mean her ass cheeks were like hanging out the back. And when I saw her ass it was huge. It made that little cuff at the bottom of each cheek every time she walked. I got her number that day and started texting her. She wanted to see a pic of my body so i sent it to her and she liked my abs etc. She then sent back this half naked pic and from there I knew I had her hooked. She kept on claiming. She recalls another day, looking down between her legs to find him there, feasting on her dripping, aching pussy. His tongue didn't neglect a single part as it darted in and out and rolled around her swollen clit. Just the recollection of his moans against her flesh sends waves of pleasure through her body as she touches herself, pretending the wetness was his tongue and not the bath water. "Ugh... his moans," she thinks, remembering the way the vibrations hit her clit as he let her know from.