I let my right-hand fingertips drift one more time across the taut, wet fabric covering her crotch, then drove my hand beneath the waistband of her pa...ties. Lifting the fabric away from her dripping pussy, my middle finger drove down through her tangled, sopping hair to find her slick, swollen labia. Pulling her lips from mine, Dagmar gasped and thrust her hips upward. Quickly my finger traced her pussy lips down, found her opening, then sank inside her as far and as fast as I could thrust. She. Uski akho mein gussa tha or meri akho mein thoda sa darr. Usne fir bahar dekha or pocket se ciggrate nikal kr jalane laga.Meine fir uski cigrate nikal kr fek di or firse uski akho mein dekh kr ghurne lagi. Usne kaha “madam agar ek bar apne or aesa kia to achha nhi hoga” or fir usne apni pocket se ciggrate nikali or usse peene laga. Meine firse uski cigratte nikal kr fek di.Usne mujhe ghura or thoda pass akar dheere se gusse me bola :“madam, aesa krne ka apka koi haqh nhi hai”.Mein bhe thode. Rodirguez." I said shamelessly. "You are, oh well - its just, you look so young! I'm sorry." He said, as if he was in trouble. He's getting on my good side awfully fast. I wondered if he ever knew that. I was finally getting over my nervous personality trait. My sexy personality was put into set, this goddness will standing by me for 2 yrs? I had to work, and fast. This man, is mines. Then suddenly, he extended his hand foward. His hand awaiting a hand-shake. "Pressure to meet you." He said. Me. The door opened, and the man on the dimly lit porch apologized for the light being on and turned it off. He invited me in and said the clothes were in the spare bedroom. We came in from the porch to the kitchen which was well lit, so I could see my host. He was a large black man, I’d say about 5’11 and 240 pounds. Short black hair and light facial hair, probably just hadn’t shaved in a few days. He wore baggy jeans and a t shirt. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. Even though he said he.