Main sofe pe baith kar uske ghar ko dekhne laga, fir main uth ke kitchen ki aur jaane laga wo khari ho ke chai bana rahi thi, jab maine usko piche se ...ekha to man hua ki abhi uski saari utha k uski gand chat lu,Fir usne palat ke mujhe dekha aur kaha ki tum baitho main chai le kar aati hu, maine kaha koi nahi main yahi thik hu aapke piche, usne palat ke ek naughty smile di, fir wo chai le kar aayi, humne chai pi fir usne kaha tum jaldi chale jana warna kahi koi aa gaya to musibat ho jayegi,. Away from me. I groaned, turned off the shower, got my stuff out of the locker and went to change in the cubicle, locking it. I couldn't get the image of my best friend naked out of my head. He was so perfect in every way. Just thinking about Brad made my pecker twitch with horniness. I wanted him so badly. My right hand grabbed hold of my dick and I began rubbing it up and down the shaft, the rhymn increasing as I moved faster on it. I moaned softly as I masturbated harder, making a smacking. Her hand steered my chin back to face her without missing a beat as she spoke a particularly nasty passage. Her fingers returned to my breasts, stroking and teasing them, and I whimpered in pleasure. When she was done she looked at me again and complimented my writing style, emphasizing the dirty phrases I had created. Suddenly she stopped and looked about, sniffing the air. “Do you smell that?” she asked. I looked around. All I could smell was her perfume and my arousal. She sniffed again. “It. There was no attempt at gentleness. Lydia could see the beads of perspiration on Andrew's forehead, feel them on his shoulders, as his slender arse pumped up and down between her thighs like a piston. Lydia's mind was in the same place as when Andrew had been shagging her silly on the sofa a half hour or so earlier. She could feel the bed shaking and hear the mattress groaning conspicuously, as they writhed ardently. She lifted her legs, curving her thighs round his hips, so that her ankles lay.