Ek kaam karo tum mera lund chuso fir mai tumhai chut chusta hu.” to woh jhat se maan gayi. Usne kaha ke “aaj mere dil ki saari tamannaye puri ho j...yengi.” woh jhat se niche baith gayi aur mere lundka supara sahlane lagi. Fir usne mere lund ka supara apne muh me leke chusne laagi jaise mano koi lollypop chus rahaho. Fir usne dhire dhire mera pura lund apne muh me lene lagi. Mere lund ka supara uske gale tak ja raha tha ye muze mehsus ho raha tha. Mai uske boobs sehla raha tha aur kabhi uska sar.. We kept chatting and chats started getting naughty and dirty. She was telling her tits were 38 and she asked for a picture of my cock, I sent it to her and she was impressed, was telling me she wanted me to smash her ass really hard and she couldn’t wait.I asked to wear some good lingerie. She just winked. We matched on a Sunday and she had to go. So on Tuesday she texted saying if it’s possible for us to meet on Wednesday.I was okay, she lives in Indiranagar. So she wanted me to pick her up in. They came back into the markets. Kaarthen was amazed at the plethora of food and goods. At the edges of the market, men in carts and stands sold cooked food for people. The smell reminded them all they had not eaten.Marcos turned to them cheerily. “Never fear, we are near the embassy row. Nobles from around the world have houses here. We also have some of the best restaurants to choose from.” Good as his word he guided them to open air restaurant. They sat in an enclosed courtyard off. I kept the bottle trapped between my thighs slowly moving it up and down. It felt nice, I thought. It was cool against my heated flesh but different too, the harder I pressed the better it felt and I just wanted to get that feeling back. I pressed the bottle tightly to the juncture between my thighs and again I felt it, that tiny thrill of pleasure. I brought the cider to my lips and drank the last of the now warm liquid. Putting the bottle aside I pressed my fingers to my pussy again. Did I.