)Hardik: Haan meri randi, ab tu aise aadhi nangi rahegi to khada hoga hi na. Yehi toh karna hai usko pehle khada karna hai fir paav kholke usse teri c...oot marvani hai. (Yes my whore, it will obviously be hard seeing you naked like this)He turned me around, and bent me, lifted my saree, and started fucking meHardik: Saali randi din bhar choot geeli rehti hai teri kyaa garam choot hai. (You bitch, your pussy is wet the whole day.)Me: Haan bhadve, tune randi bana hi daala hai na mujhe. Ab to kapde. Her breathing had quickened and I could feel her chest rising and falling. I felt something warm and slippery at my sides. I looked down to see that Laura had curled her big toe from each foot around the waist line of shorts and began to pull them down. I didn't resist. This was the moment that I had been thinking about since my last meeting with Laura. The angle that I was stood at in order to fondle her tits meant that my shorts could pretty much slip right off with minimal resistance from my. On the other set of feet, she noticed a rose tattoo on the right ankle. She stared at it with a sickening feeling, she knew that particular tattoo really well. Then, like a sledge hammer between her eyes, it dawned on her that the tattoo looked familiar because it belonged to her very best friend. Her kindred spirit. Her confidant. The fact that she lived next door to her made it sink in deeper. She continued to inch towards the door until it was all laid out before her. Haaa, she. There she stood at the end of the bed in her lace bottom, eyeing off his cock hungrily. In a flurry of movement she extracted the member from his underwear, taking them off rapidly. Her hand touched the shaft, which twitched at the sensation. Slowly she wrapped her hand around its base. “Are all men this big?” she asked, giggling slightly. A sly smile was her only response and her hand began slowly pumping the huge totem. Every time she reached the head, he groaned aloud and his cock engorged.