.Sonu; wo to hote hi hainMe; to wo kaise hoten hai?Sonu sharma gaya aur hasne lagaMe; tumne kabhi sambhog kiya hai?Sonu; nahin,kyunki meri shadi nahin...hui abhi.. Is tarh hamari batein sex ko leke hoti rahti thi.ek din sonu thoda tange faila kar chal raha tha.maine pucha kya hua,to usne kahan ki garmi ke karan uske niche se maas chhill gaya hai.to maine kaha ki itch guard naam ki malahm laga lo thik ho jaye ga.agle din phir se waise hi chal raha tha.mujhe laga ki mauka achha hai,maine kaha ki. Thoughts raced through my head a million miles per hour, and I couldn't make any real words come out of my slack-jawed face hole. God, I must have looked like an absolute idiot. Think Kevin from The Office in female form. With an arched black eyebrow on his beautifully masculine, swarthy-toned face, he spoke first.“Do you always do your personal care routine at your desk instead of your bathroom vanity?”Something about the tone and timber of his voice left goosebumps on my skin. I was so primed. It took only a minute or two of gentle licking and probing into her pussy with my tongue before it flowered open and made me welcome, juicing up, vaginal lips everted, clitoris expanding and hardening. I worked my tongue deep inside her, servicing her like this until she caught me by the hair and pulled my head up.“Do me now,” she demanded, so I climbed over her and mounted in the missionary position. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs out to the sides, thrusting hard with her hips to. We used to talk about our routine activities and all the things around the world. One day by mistake, I sent her a naughty sms. I immediately sent her a sms for apology. She didn't reply for few hours. After some time she replied, " Sorry, i was busy with some college work. It's okay. You don't need to apologize for that sms." I replied her back, " Do you like such kind of sms?" She said " ya, but up to a certain limit." I understood what she meant by that. After that day i used to send her.