“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his hips against my belly, my hand trapped between, fingers still gripping his belt. For a moment I actually felt guil...y about not worrying about getting his zipper down and grabbing his cock. The least I could do is give him a handjob. Whatever. Sometimes a chick has to take care of her own needs, you know?“Don’t fucking stop,” I managed, feeling a rush as the drugs swept through me, pushing me again towards the peak, crashing through my synapsis, my endorphins. Usne mujhe btaya ke uski ek frnd v ayegi and pehle wo party krege fir uski friend chali jayegi.Toh main uske btaye time pe uske diye hue address pe phunch gya ja kr maine bell bjayi toh nidhi ne gate khola and aur main wahi usko dekhta hi reh gya usne black color ka one piece pehna hua tha uski thighs v ache se cover nhi ho rhi thi 2 min baad mujhe hosh aya toh usne pucha kabhi ladki nhi dekhi maine bola aj tak apke jaisi khubsurat ladki nhi dekhi. Fir hum dono has diye aur wo mujhe andar le. When I wokeup it was 5 o’clock in the evening and I was lying naked alone on the bed. I got up looked for prasad, he wasn’t at home. His mother was inside the kitchen cooking. I searched for my cloths. They weren’t there where I was sleeping. I went to Prasad’s room to find my cloths, but I couldn’t find them. So I took prasad’s trouser to wear and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Noticing me coming into the ketchen she turned opposite side to me and she was waiting for me to talk.. I turned the lamp down and looked out of the window. Next to the lighthouse, there was a little storage shed. Like the light and the keeper’s house, it was made from coral rock and painted a brilliant white. There was a small window on the side of the building, and that night there was a light within. The window was open to catch the breeze. Their voices floated over to me on the gentle breeze. Then they became quiet and soon after that, I could hear the their gasps and sighs. The next morning,.