Mai pura nahi ghus gaya meri chikhe sun kar aarti boli are is haramjadi ko kya hua ye itna kyu chikh rahi hai mai boli saali jab teri gaand fadege tab...tuje pata chalega aslam nai jaise meri baat sun li usne bi wahi kiya jo salim mere sath kar raha tha usne bi aarti ki chut ko chhod gaand mai pel diya jaise hi aarti chikhi ooohhh ab mere aur aarti ki gaand mai dhakke par rahe the hum dono ke chuttado par slapping ho rahi thi, Mai boli aslam is haramjadi kutia ki bahut tammana thi apne bahiya ke. Her lower lip was twitching.‘What’s the matter now?’ I asked, as if I had no idea.Her head gave a little shake from side to side, as if she was trying to dismiss the sensation and hoping it would stop. Her right arm had curled slightly towards her tummy. Then, involuntarily, she quickly pressed her hand against the Guard through her skirt.‘I? ‘, she began haltingly, ‘I can? can feel my clit itching? terribly, and I can’t get at it. It won’t stop!’‘That will happen from time to time’, I replied. Lying in her parents spare room, Jenny’s naked body pressed against mine, I began to feel the need. Tracing my hand down her back and resting it on her sweet arse, god I love her arse, it’s perfect. Not too skinny and not too fleshy. Feeling her soft skin raises my cock instantly. I push myself closer to her body and tenderly kiss her neck, which drives her wild.“I need you, Jen.”“We can’t, Carl. Not with Mom and Dad next door, the walls are paper thin. I’d never be able to face them tomorrow. “Step,” I said as I patted on of her legs. Lisa didn’t move.“Step,” I repeated, this time looking up at her. I swear her shoulders were shuddering, but again she didn’t move.I pushed up the back of her skirt and ran my hands over her naked bum. She pushed back against my hands until I pushed forward. I then leant in and bit one of her cheeks.Grasping her knickers and patting her ankle one more time, I said, “Step!”She didn’t move, but this time said, “Sorry, Sir, you told me not to move.”I.