Hum dono jese kisi dusre jahan main pahanch gayethe. Kya kiss karti hai wo doston kya bataun.Pichhese mk aake msk ka dudu dabane lage aur blouse ko kh...lne lage tabhi msk ne mk ka hath ko pakadke hata diya aur bole aaj aap bethi aur dekho. Main aaj sirf aur sirf aryan keliye hun. Ye sunkar mk chup chap jake couch pe bethgaye. Main ekdum out of control ho gaya tha aur blouse kholne laga. Blouse kholte kholte main jnke upper chest cleavage ko chum raha tha jisse ko msk pagal ho rahithi. Black. I get a lot of compliments on that bike.Nancy's bike is a Softtail. I spend hours working on her bike. She looks really hot riding it.We often ride in the Colorado Rocky Mountains during the summer. Occasionally, we rent a hotel room in a cool mountain town, where we try to fuck each other silly.Sex with Nancy is fantastic. I especially love to eat Nancy's smoothly waxed pussy. She gets very wet and is a squirter. When she is aroused, she smells stronger than other women I have known. I love. "Did you enjoy him seeing your tits all night, not knowing he was REALLY going to get to see them later?" Again, she answered with “MMM...Hmmm.” I wanted to hear more. "Did it make you hot pulling that strap between your tits like that, letting him see all of your tits? Or when he was holding them both, sucking your nipples? How about when he felt your pussy? Did that make you hot?" I asked her. I finally got what I wanted to hear, a real answer. "God, yes! I was so fucking excited, I could. Ply you with alcohol to get you talking more. At the end of the evening, if I like what I heard I want to kiss your forehead and ask for your phone number. It’s not complicated. So here I go.’ He turned and started walking. I wasn’t done arguing, but he was walking. I cursed and caught up. Peter was one fucking arrogant guy, and the knife thing was sickening, but his flirt game was good. Kiss on the forehead and a phone number, if he hadn’t been a rapist, and not long for this world, that line.