My body is screaming for him, my juices are spilling onto the bed sheets, and my back is arching towards him. “I need you to…” I gasp. “Yes?�...� “… to fuck me until I scream, until I cum, until I can barely breathe,” I whisper. “I need to feel your cock inside me pounding me until I can barely walk. I want you to cum inside me.” I’m about to keep begging when he pounds into me hard. He seems to forget how large he is, and how long it is since someone this side has been inside me. I scream as my. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and began to press her gently downwards. She knew what I wanted immediately, and her eyes went wide, but she allowed me to guide her down onto her knees without missing a stroke. At first she simply continued to stroke me with her panties, but she stared fixedly at the head of my cock as if gathering her courage. Then slowly she leaned forward, continuing to stroke as she brought her lips to the very tip of my cock, kissing it lightly. She started to move. Maine use thoda niche kiya aur bathroom jakar aaya, to phir se uski sari upar aayi thi. Main bistar par aakar sone ki koshish ki parantu nind nahi aayi. Muje uski gori tange dekh kar nind hi nahi aa rahi thi. Main thoda usko kinchkar sone ka natak kar raha tha. Phir maine uske taang par meri taang rakh di. Dhire dhire main uski tango par haath ghumaya to o jag gayi aur boli Bhaiya, Bhabhi nahi honese aapko nind nahi aa rahi hain na; main chup chaap baitha. Phir usne kaha aap mujhe kinch kar so. I head back downstairs knowing that I must act as normally as I can for the rest of the evening. Paul leaves the room saying that he needs to pop out and get some more beers from the supermarket. I don't think about him, my only thought is how horny I am and so I strike up a conversation with Dave, making sure his attention is all on me. He looks at me but I'm not really listening to him as I part my legs slowly, showing him clearly which panties I'm wearing. He becomes deathly quiet and stares.