Behanchod aaj teri chut aur gaand phadke rakhane hum dono.”zaheer pooja ki garam gilli aur tight chut mai lund ghusate dhakke pe dhakka maarke poora...lauda andar dalte pooja ke nipples khichte bolta hai,”le saali pooja raandi mera lauda le,kasam se tare jaise kamsin maal aaj pehle baar chod raha hoon.behanchod teri jaise ladki mile to kaam choorke din raat sirf tujhe hi chodte rahunga.” dono mard badi berahmi se pooja ke badan se khelte usko chod rahe hai.imtiyaz to bade bade dhakko se pooja ki. We went outside to smoke, and then he walked home. Not a word was said. Okay so I know this story is way short but to be honest Ive tried to make it longer but it never sounded right. Plus its just not the way it worked with this particular guy or situation. so Im repeating it below because the website a minimum word limit. I dialed the number…I knew it by heart I barely had to think. Ill be there soon, He said as he hung up the phone. I would call and we both knew why. 15 minutes I had to. He loved that as well, just like he trusted almost no one almost no one trusted him enough to be this relaxed with him. He held her close, let his fingers glide through her hair and down her back while they found their rhythm, a slow paced fuck that felt more like a massage they both desperately needed.Had he thought he wouldn't be able to fuck again just hours earlier he now couldn't get enough of it, of her beautiful ass and that cute face distorted by waves of pleasure and her warm breath on. About thirty five years old, I guessed, with her face showing faint lines of tension. She was still slim, but her body had the look that says exercise has been lacking. I thought she was cute, and with a little attention could be cute plus: her breasts filled her formal jacket very nicely and what I had seen of her legs suggested that the whole package would be worth unwrapping. Long dark hair and eyes that slanted slightly added a touch of the exotic, and her wide mouth looked as if it was.