Moupiya was then in her traditional Bengali or Indian attire — saree, blouse etc. Well, while sipping their coffee and chatting together, suddenly M...upiya’s ‘pallu’ loosened or partially slid off her front, revealing her deep cleavage. And Sanjay noticed Alok’s eyes running over or measuring her pectoral contours with suppressed lust in eyes. On the other hand, Moupiya too did not try to adjust her slid pallu. This instantly aroused Sanjay and titillated his (long-cherished) obsession to open. You open your lips, and our tongues playfully wrestle as the kiss becomes heated, more desperate. My right hand moves to hold the back of your neck gently, and I pull our bodies closer still with my left. I pull away and stare into your eyes. I run my hands from your shoulders down your arms, my thumbs brushing your breasts slightly. I pull your top off, over your head. I run my fingers down between your breasts then trace the bottom of your bra to your back and skillfully unhook it. I slowly. I’m going to make up for it.’ ‘I’m sure you will.’ Instead of his lips she found she was staring at his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt. A dusting of light chest hair luring her to shift her gaze down, she imagined ripping the shirt off of him and running her hands over him. She downed the rest of her beer and he followed suit. They ordered another. After two more beers she was drunk, not so much that she couldn’t control herself but drunk enough that she was willing to forget why she. ‘Don’t worry… there’s loads more to come.’ He wiped his brow. ‘You know, the next time we do this, I’d like for you not to be drunk.’ ‘You can’t have your cake and eat it too,’ I grumbled, sliding down to take his cock into my mouth again. ‘Hmm… this is really nice,’ he sighed as I took his cock down my throat. ‘I think your trap being stuffed with my cock is even more pleasurable because you can’t say anything…’ I let his cock pop out of my mouth for an instant. ‘You’d better be careful, my.