Uthe dariye tar 8inch lomba 1.5inch mota barata saswatir mukhe jor kre guje dilo…Saswati baddho hye chosa suru krlo.Saswati r chulmuti dhre..Rohit t...r bara chosate thaklo.Odike priya souvik er bara chuse chole6e… Souvik priya k kole tule or mai chosa suru korlo.. R thonte kiss korte laglo.Priya aah uuh ooff uff kre moan krte laglo…Souvik priya k bed e suiye dilo r priyar shave kora forsa gude mukhe diye chata suru korlo..Priya aram e aah uuh uuff krte laglo.Souvik tr 2inch mota r 6inch lomba. I sat up, mumbling what could have only been nonsense (thinking back), and rose to my feet. It appeared I had no control – my legs instinctively moved towards Infinity, standing behind her. My cock was still erect from her teasing, but my hands made their own way down her back, My right hand caressed along her inner thigh before raising up her right leg, and as I continued forward slowly my length slowly buried itself completely within her tight pussy. We moaned together, softly. My hips. This is my first story on ISS. This is a completely fictional story starring me, Sage and the sultry mistress Yami at the hill station Nainital where we both were tourists.Yami was a delight to look at, short,fair and busty. Her curves were delicious to look at and my cock would turn hard the instant my eyes fell on her. She was 23 and i was 19 at the time. I don’t know if I’m correct but her boobs were at least a C cup and she had a sexy hourglass figure and a tight, full ass. She was a. )Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser.