Thodi der bad wo thodi sant hue or use bhi achcha lagne laga or wo mujhe bhi kiss kar rhi thi mujhe to nasha sa ho gya mene neha ko I love you bola or...use fir smooch karne laga 5 min tak hum dono smooch karte rahe fir mene apna hath uske top me dal diya or uske boobs dabane laga uske soft boobs bahut hi soft the bahut maja aa rha tha mera to lund hi khada ho gya mene uski thighs par hath rakha to wo dar gyi or mera hath hata diya wo boli nhi dev please its too early please mene bhi socha ki abi. I could hear the TV next-door now, so that dissipated my self-consciousness regarding the cute brunette and what she might hear. In addition, I could discern the quiet, yet distinctly wet sound of Dave spreading lubricant over his cock. I waited, watching my reflection in the TV screen, the image of the large man kneeling behind me cut off at the shoulders.The tube of lubricant landed with a soft thump next to my hand. A large, rough hand gripped my hip, and I wiggled my bottom back in. I didn’t mind the little bit of pain because I was having so much pleasure.I saw a trickle of my blood running over Bobby’s cock. It didn’t upset me because I had read about it happening in our sex class. Bobby Morris had popped my cherry. I know that’s not how it was explained in the book, but it was the more common term used around there.I kept lowering myself an inch at a time. Each time I could feel Bobby’s cock sliding farther inside of me. We were both breathing harder. My heart was. He was gorgeous, the kind of big blond stud Nicole had always dreamed about in her school days, though she always froze up around them in real life. His name was Mark.He put his hands on her waist and she leaned in to him, brushing her tits against his chest. Her nipples were hard through the soft clinging fabric of her dress. He couldn't help but feel them touching him. She pushed a little more firmly, making sure he felt them. His hands moved around her waist and down onto the curves of her.