It’s part of intimacy, as I said, but it isn’t all of it by any stretch of the imagination. Don’t let society confuse you on that. And don’t l...t society tell you what sex ought to mean. It means exactly what you and your partner want it to mean, nothing more.“That said, it always has meaning of some kind. And it’s that meaning you need to worry about because having sex, in any context, with anyone, will change you, your partner, and the relationship. And it might do so in unpredictable ways.. Slowly he put his hand on my hips and pressed i smiled and said ,ALI ghabraoo maat ,Ajj main thakki hoi hoon mere feet dabaa doo na and with that main nay apnay donon peyr uss ki gooud main rakh deye or woh ahista ahista dabanay laga ,ALI remove my socks BETA and he did and same time bola ,WOW aunty kitnay khoobsorat pyer hain with nailpolish or aik pyer uthaa kar kiss kiya i was smiling he was licking ,sucking my toe and fingers he was biting ,taqreeban 30 minutes tak woh meray pyeron ko. She hugs me for a while and was to say something that I passionately exchanged my saliva with hers as well as our tounges.Our tounges were talking to each other so well. We kept on with it for an hour. I broke the conversations our tounges had and I start to strip her clothes off ND put her on the dining table and start to rattle the whole table by fucking her hard. Each hard stroke made us hornier in this summer that we started sweating. Another advantage of having sex was our sweat. Our sweat. He returns and again stands over me, but rather than fire, this time his hands deliver ice as he squeezes the cream out onto my right nape. He again massages my cheek, this time delivering the cool cream over the raised ridges of the strap marks. The pleasure joins with the pain, and before he finishes the first cheek, I burst, the fire consuming my body. The massage, as gentle as the wind, calms me, before the fire starts again, and again. Once more he lifts me into his arms, and like putting.