.Jab vo aayi tu bahut royi and tab tak uske liye mere dil me kuch nhi tha but jab vo mujhse chipak kr royi tu uske liye mere armaan jaag gaye..Ab main...bss use chodna chahta tha but tab main anaari tha koi tareeqa nhi aata tha use seduce krne ka magr bahut yaad krta tha use aur muth marta tha..Ab vo apne mayke hi rehne lag gyi main bahut udaas ho gaya but vo beech beech me aaya krti thi tu use dekh kr apni hawas mita diya krta qk mujhme himmat nhi aayi thi kuch krne ki abhi tk lekin jab main 19. Moving onto her neck, he loved the way she jumped when his fingers found a ticklish spot on her back. Fingers tracing her treasure, he went make to making her jump. ‘By Fire, Jon, you feel good.’ He grinned. Her hair fell against his throat, causing him to maneuver her. He pushed her against the tree. She hooked her lean legs over his hips, bringing her wet core against his groin. He left red marks where his mouth teased her skin. ‘Mine,’ he told her. ‘Mine, this is mine, and this. And this is. I'm trying to squeeze past you to get to the doors as you're zipping up your jacket, and you catch my hair and necklace in the zipper. We're stuck, tangled together by happenstance and fate, and I can't help but laugh at the consternation on your face. We're jostling the passengers around us, trying to free my hair and your clothing, drawing grumbles of complaint and annoyed looks, as the doors clatter closed and we're still stuck, my stop sliding away as the train moves on. I hear you curse,. We were all being paid well, and the advent of weekly gift cards had led us all to develop new hobbies outside of work, which consisted of spending the weekend shopping and visiting the salon. On one particular visit, Britt convinced me to go with him to get some kind of special manicure. I had been getting manicures for some time now, but Britt was insistent that we both get new "French manicures", whatever they were. As we lay back letting the salon workers pamper us, one of them.