' With every kiss, with every lick, with all that I do. Say it slowly, make it your mantra. If you're mine you can't be clouding your own head. Do you...understand?” I can hear your soft affirmation before moving my tongue into you, penetrating you to the first gasp. In an instant I am moving closer to you, into you, my hands grab as much of your ass as they can. I dig into you with my fingertips, push my face into just the early depths of your pussy and try and inhale you, devour you, take you. My mouth closes around your pussy, and my tongue starts to lick away at your damp leggings. I can taste your pussy juices and this just drives me on even more. My hand reaches up and cups yout tit, the nail of my finger lightly scr****g across your nipple.It's too much...I need MORE, and as quick as I can, I pull at the crotch of your leggings, ripping them, allowing my tongue to get at your knickerless pussy (You're such a dirty girl...)My tongue familiarises itself with your fleshy outer. Ankita also was noticing me unnecessarily following Hina chachi but she did not understand anything at all. Her mind was perhaps still over-clouded with the embarrassment of getting caught in the terrace with me in front of Hina chachi. Little did she know about what had happened between me and Hina chachi last night. At one instance while Ankita was working in another room, I grabbed Hina chachi from her waist from behind. She immediately struggled and freed herself saying that it is not. I had only seen one man as large as he was move as quickly. He’d been the starting defensive end for the Buffalo Bills who’d worked out with me in Chicago. That was the day I committed to getting bigger and faster because I knew that if someone that big was chasing me, I didn’t want to get caught. If he did catch me, I had to be strong enough to handle the pounding.Dad begged off on surfing, so it was just Manaia and me. He said that the waves were better at Zuma Beach today. The beach itself.