O aish kore chuste thaklo.Ami ameje or pachar dik takia roilam.ki sundor or pacha.ki darun pachar gothon.mili ar chokhe dahe bujhte pare r pacha agu-p...chu kore dhonta chuste thake.ami khub gorom khai.ami dhonta or mukh thak bar kore condom ta or hate di.o condom lagia khub jore jore dhonta khichte thaklo.ami r thakte parlam na. Milir komor joria ulte lafia or tolpate bose pori r gude o bale jib bulai.Tarpor dhonta or rose makha gudethele dia mai khemche dhorlam.prai half porjonto dhuke jetei o. Sighing, I flicked on the lights, stripped off and turned on the water, hastily stepping under the cleansing spray.By the time I climbed out, dinner was well under way. God knew what Stephen was preparing, but the aroma of frying onion, garlic and bacon caressed my rumbling tummy. Just then he turned up the music and there was a spring in my step as I danced back into the bedroom. I head-banged my way into the walk-in wardrobe to the strains of Love in an Elevator, grabbing one of Stephen's. He was breathing hard and moaning by this time. I loved hearing it. Every sound spurned me on. Then he started moving his hips. He pushed up his hips and pulled his pants down past his knees. I didn't lose a beat. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. At one point I took his cock out and smacked it against my face, but he put out his hand as if to say, keep going. So I did. I felt used. He was using me to get off. Telling me to put my mouth back on his cock, and I was letting him. I was. Usne darte-darte use apne hanth mei liya, ise pyar to karo woh muskarati huyi usne mere land ka chumma le liya, ab use dar nahi lag raha tha, maine kaha madhu jaan isko chuso to, usne apni ankhe band kar use apne muh mei lekar chusne lagi, hamara rasila khel jaari tha beech beech madhu land muh se nikal kar aah aah aah………ki awaz karne lagti thi jab mai uski bur mei ungli puri nikal kar daalta tha uski bur se halka halka yavan ka ras bahar bah kar jhangho tak tapak raha tha. ab maine apna land.