.Kiran ne red salwar suit phni thi suit ka gla deep or kassa hua tha jis se uske white boobs bhar anne ko machsl rhe the tbhi mene use pishe se hug ki...a mera lund hug krte he bilkul tann gya uski ass k crack me kpro k upr se he guss rha tha.. Apne hath mene uske boobs pe rkh dea or nick..Ear…Back ko lick krna shuru kr dea.. Uske hoton pe kiss krne laghaUski sanse tej ho rhe the uske boobs jor jor se upr niche ja rhe the tbhi mene uska kurta utar dea….Wo abhi bra or salwar me thi…Dudh jessa gora. Seeing her standing there, with the city in the background, seemed to cast a spell on me. That's when she noticed me." Our eyes met briefly before I turned away, pretending to look at the city. I could hear the crunch of the snow and knew she was walking towards me. In a very soft voice, I heard her say, "Excuse me." Then she asked me if I knew anything about maps. I told her I did, even though I didn't. She was wanting to know where she was at. I looked over the map, trying my best to figure. I cleaned up, closed up the shop, pulled my gleaming truck around to park outside while I ran over to the punch clock to clock out for the day, then headed home. It was going to be one of those stupid busy weekends, and I had hoped to maybe run a couple of errands before going to the bar just to get a head start, so I wasn't going to be seeing Boytoy. By the time I got into my bedroom at home with my dead phone and started fighting with it to get it to charge, it was 5:25. By a stroke of. At the bar, Tom was on his second beer when his phone dinged. His cock stirred as he thought of Mark discovering the box.I like black, he texted. Should I come up?It was phrased as a question, but Mark knew it was more of a command, and his stomach fluttered.Yes, he typed. Give me a minute to change.It was Tom's turn to feel butterflies. Mark could only mean he was changing into a pair of the undergarments he'd sent up.Mark stripped down quickly and pulled on the second pair he'd seen. The fit.