Main bhi kaha rukne wala tha.Maine usse sidha kiya or diwar k sahare khada kar diya phr maine uske dono haath ko 120 or 60 angle pe usse wall pe dabba...ke rakhe or use neck kiss karne laga jese maine usse neck kiss karne laga usne pana hath chhuda liya or haath chhuda thi hi woh apne right hand se mere lund ko uper se hu masal ne lagi.Mera lund lohe ki taraha garam ho gaya.Maine neck kiss se aage badhte huve me uske kaan pe halka sa love bite dene laga toh woh or jor se mere lund ko masalne lagi. My mother’s advice about ‘always respect a girl,’ or ‘keep it for marriage’, seemed to have dug deep into my psyche. Living in a barrack room though, where extravagant tales of sexual conquest were never far below the surface, made my shyness so galling.And it was shyness. Picking up the courage to even speak to a girl was a massive achievement, especially if she was attractive. However, things were about to change, even though the initial stages were fragile.There were one or two girls in the. “ahhhhhhh….Adiiiiiiiii” she shouted and began breathing heavily as her head collapsed to a side. Seeing her state, I paused. The look on her face was awesome, something that’s hard to explain. Her panty was wet and my fingers could feel it. I brought my fingers closer to my nose and loved the way her juices smelled.She opened her eyes as if she just came out of a coma, gave me a deep & a long kiss and said “I want you inside me”. “what’s the hurry, baby?” I said. She gave me a puzzled look. I. There was something so special about that first time I did it with him and his cock was just the perfect size to squeeze between my ass cheeks.It all started one evening, I got home from work and he was sat on the couch on his phone with the TV playing some American reality tv show. I showered and came downstairs in just an old oversized t-shirt of his and some panties, he opened a bottle of wine for us both, we chinked glasses and I sat down on the couch with him snuggling, we put on a show we.