She starts by untying her hair from the bun and keeps it loose around her shoulders. The jasmine garland she gives it to the customer. Then she would ...sually dance around the bed or sofa slowly removing her sari, finally coming to stop when her sari is on the floor. Then she proceeds in removing her blouse and lifting her underskirt to wipe her pussy with the blouse. She then throws the blouse to him so that he can smell her juices which by this time would be already flowing. Then she lifts her. This man does not love me. I am not his lover and he is not mine. We fuck. I fuck; and, I do not get fucked. I have to laugh at that last line though, because right now I feel so full and satisfied as I rest by his side—so full, so satisfied, and so absolutely fucked. I open my eyes slowly, one and then the other. The beauty of the pale skin that stretches across the strength of his forearm, as it rests possessively over the warm chocolate glow of mine, is a contrast that says everything. It is. Shh- someones outside Tom said pulling away and heading towards the door. Molly saw this and ran quickly but quietly into the bathroom hiding behind the door. Who is it? Carrie asked. Molly could sense the fear in her voice. No-one- must be my mind playing tricks Molly heard Tom shutting the door and heard the bed squeak as he sat on the bed. Molly sighed with relief- she wouldve been in such big trouble if she had of been caught. She creeped out of the bathroom and went back into her room. She. I grabbed Priyanka’s waist and lifted her. I started walking towards my bedroom. She looked at me with a naughty smile, and her nipples were visible through her crop top because I removed her bra. I threw her on my bed and got on top of her. I grabbed her boobs and started squeezing them.If you guys don’t know, I love grabbing boobs. To all the girls reading this story, can you grab and squeeze your boobs for me? And appreciate how beautiful you are?Priyanka asked me to remove her top. This was.