He was standing there all nude and asked stop playing sweetheart. Open the door! She did not reply him. He was now feeling hot despite being nude. He ...nocked, saying hey Aarti baby, my clothes are inside, I am standing nude here and you are playing pranks, that’s not fair, come on open the doorStill no answer and he started sweating in worry and he walked to another room, then to the kitchen to find for an issue if there was any to reach that bedroom of hers, but to no avail. He did not know. It was then that I felt the outside of his jeans and felt the considerable bludge in his pants. Feeling it made me gasp with excitement. He broke free from my lips and asked if I wanted to go inside. The only answer I could come up with was "Yes. Yes, please". The rest of what happened seemed like a passionate blur. I stayed for about an hour, then got in my car and felt like I couldn't remember a single detail as every detail was flying vigorously through my head all at once. I was still so. Sure enough, there were her undies, coated in left over Fancy Pink paint. They were ruined.Rose remembered doing it; she remembered forcing her way to the drawers on the couch and tearing through them until she got all of her undies. She could remember taking them into the kitchen, throwing them in the garbage, then dumping the last of the paint on top of them. Most vividly, she could remember sitting there, watching it dry. The only thing she couldn't remember was why.Horrified, she made her. They had a no-below-the-waist-nudity policy so I was flying blind. This was not just a hot one, she was a horny one. The myths were true, her cunt was so tight, I could barely fit my second finger in and she started writhing in pleasure.She in the mean time put a condom on my cock and started sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately, she wasn’t too good at blowing me and her teeth rubbed against my skin.She was moaning all this while in incoherent Chinese language so sadly I can’t.