Grinding against me, he started nibbling and kissing my neck, his erection becoming very prominent. Feeling him up against me only turned me on more, ...hat started as a slow burn was already transforming into a hot, slick wetness. Leaning over the counter more, still singing low, he pushed his hips further into me, his hard cock trapped in his pants. He had previously pulled it up so his head peeked out of the waist band of his plaid lounge pants, his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. I. And as days passed, the general topics got a little personal and intimate. I asked her whether she masturbates, to which she replied yes.She asked me the same, to which I said, “I do it very often, maybe even daily at times.” For which she was shocked. She asked me how it was even possible to masturbate daily and not get tired. The next message said, “My best friend must be lucky.” (with a tongue-out smiley)I definitely knew she was hitting on me. So I confidently proceeded and asked whether my. I wrapped my supple thighs around his waist, drawing his bottom even closer so that he was lodged deep inside me. Before he knew it, the quivering muscles of my warm pussy were pumping and milking his throbbing manhood. Groans of pleasure, wild and free were all that he could manage. I trusted my hips upwards, allowing him to drive his erupting dick over and over into my splashing cunt. Oooooooooooooh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh and similar lots of moaning was going on in that small room. Ramesh was. Sleeveless of course, with a plunging neckline to a single string tie just below the bust line. The ruffled hem line finishes at the hips, leaving pussy and the cheeks of my bottom in view and only covered with an almost G-string sized pair of matching panties.Rob wrapped me in his arms and we kissed passionately for some little time.Finally releasing me from his hug, Rob said, in a voice made slightly husky by his eager anticipation and excitement, "wait and I'll get the camera."I sat on the.