“Taking a while for you to answer. I bet you’re rock hard, and it’s begging to get out. And I bet you’re dying to see under my saree again too...” Reading the text, Naveen moved his hand over his slacks to adjust his rigid manhood.Finally, he sent a reply, “Love the bra! And yes, you do have me hard.”He heard rustling noises coming from Shikha’s direction and a few footsteps but, on the carpeted floor, they sounded soft. His phone buzzed again.“There is no-one else here on our floor. Why don’t. She pulls at the air and slides down into a deeper squat, opening the wet curtain of herself a little more. His thumb grinds against her clit while the free hand scrabbles for the spraying nozzle somewhere nearby. Embedded fingers slowly pump and curl, pump and curl, while he raises the nozzle to aim the spray against her swollen clit. “Fuck…you…” she mutters. Her hands ball into fists and flail at the enclosure wall and his shoulders. He almost wants to laugh, and the thought comes into his. She held the base of my cock with her hand so that I couldn't slam it down her throat. Her tongue ran up and down my shaft, licking lazily. Her lips fastened on my crown, on the pee hole, sucking away my pre-cum. She lifted my cock straight up and bent her head under it, sucking my nuts one after the other. Then her tongue traveled down toward my ass, flicking my pucker. If I weren't afraid of her killing me, I would have let myself cum right then."Suck it, Carol. Make me cum," I begged her.. We talked and talked, and it wasn't seemingly going further than that. She caught me staring at hear breast, and I expected a slap. Instead she put her drink on the table, and turned so that her breast were in my face. 'I hope you like these,' she said, do you?' I stammered a yes because I was hammered and a little lose lipped. It was then that she explained that she got kicked out of a movie theater that was doing a showing of Pulp Fiction. A nosy usher busted her fingering herself when Vinnie.