A finger caresses my cheek and then it is gone.The sensation returns and now I understand.She is tracing the tip of her finger along the first of the ...tripes she has drawn on my back, a delicate arousal of inflamed nerve ends and tender skin that has me quiver and tremble with its cruel sensuality.Her eyes hard and bright in the mirror, her gaze unblinking, she traces each stripe in turn, glancing downwards from time to time as I try not to moan at her touch.By the time she has traced her. I read lot of stories which I liked even though they are real or fake. Finally I found some time to write my personal only romance experience with my friend. My English is weak and narration of story is bad, so please bare my English while reading.I will start explaining the romance happened between me and my friend Deepu name changed while returning from my home town to Bangalore 1 year back please be patient while reading because I am writing all the things happened that night, so it will be. It was so close. I came, crying out, my hips working wildly. My body spasmed, my pussy squeezing your fingers as you wriggled them inside me, driving them deep, drawing out the last seconds of my orgasm. There was no time to recover, as you lifted me from the table and pushed me towards an open door that led to your bedroom. As we ascended the four steps from the hallway. A pause against the wall and two sets of wandering hands was all that was needed. Your hands were under my top, playing. I felt her tongue flick out and I instinctively raised up further trying to get into her mouth. With virtually no resistance from her I pushed her head down, and I was now about two inches inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving in a swirling motion, and the suction started shortly after. I just couldn’t stop. I pushed on the top of her head and thrust upwards, so my cock was almost fully engulfed. She started bobbing her head up and down and I was perilously close to blowing my.