Saaftaur par zaahir ho raha tha ki uske andar phir se chudai karne ki ichcha jaag gayi hai. Ab phir se mera man kar raha tha ki main ek baar phir chud...i ka maza loon, jahan kuch der pehle tak mera khiyal tha ki ab mujhe chudai karwaane ka man nahin karega aur na mujhe iski zaroorat mehsoos hogi wahin ab shiddat se chudai karwaane ki pyaas tan man mein jaagne lagi thi. Main usi time uthi aur Kami ke peeche aa kar uski peeth par apni tani hohi gori gori breasts ko ragadne lagi.Nadra uske lund ko. As soon as the door closed on them, he pushed the stop button, and turned to her.Before she knew it, she was swept into his arms. "I've been longing to do this for such a long time now. I'm dying to find out if your fire burns as hot as your imagination and as your words convey." And then, his mouth was on hers, gently, questioningly. Her hands came up to cup his head softly, and her lips parted to grant him entry into her sweet mouth. He could still taste the strawberries there, and a muffled. ’ Her strange, coarse little voice made him want to clear his throat. He said, ‘Maybe it ain’t too late – to correct it.’ She took a breath and let it out slowly. ‘You’re Brin Dolan.’ It was not a question. He nodded. ‘Well, then, it’s too late,’ she said simply. She thawed and moved forward to the stump he’d used as a chopping block on his arrival. She sat on it, slowly, her eyes again wandering through his snug camp. Eventually, the prowling blue eyes came to rest on his face. ‘Are you going. I nodded slightly and smiled in reply. Words could not express her beauty or my need, so I would let my body tell her. I moved forward and reached out my nervous hands to grasp the front tie of her baby doll and pulled the string so that the little jacket fell open. I looked at her breasts, the tops showing above the demi-cup lace bustier, looking golden and plump. My hands moved to her firm tiny waist and lightly traced its strong curve down to her widening hips, the tips of my fingers.