Foreplay is always a joy, the feel of her skin as I move my hands over her body. The knowledge that she is going to submit her body to me, let me fuck...her, use her, make love to her. That feeling is supreme, that feeling of taking her, making her mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not always me on top, or me taking her, that would get old no matter how much a guy might like to dominate his woman. I like it just fine when she's the aggressor, when she is feeling me up and her need is hot between her. Lakin ek din to had he ho gai jab main sham ko khel kar aya aur sofae par betha to vo pani ka chota tub layi aur wahan par he meray paaon dho diyae aur phir vo ghar ka kam karnay lagi. Itnay main daddy aa gay aur unhonay bataya ki village main relative ki shaddi hai is liye subko jana hai.Sham ko jayengay to subaha pahunch jayenge. Tab rani nay kaha papa main nahi ja sakti mera test hai college main, papa nay kaha ki tum akalay kaisae rahogi tab main nay kaha papa mera bhi mood nahi hai applog. I can’t even describe. She was wearing a tight denim short paired with a white top that had laces on the cleavage area which was now completely wet and was giving me an idea of how big those melons were.I could see her navy blue colored bra from her white top which had now become see-through. From there, we headed my home as her home was far and it was in the more flooded area, the thought of taking her home in this situation with the heater on had already given me a hard-on, suddenly I was. And then Ganda drops, sobbing.From deep in Ganda's belly she growled something I just could not understand and in a split instant the two girls vanished from the room.She crawls. Crawls, sobbing, heaving, retching.She crawls to the bed and then to my arms.She is a mess.She grabs on to me and sobs, gulping huge slabs of air and then ... choking and coughing that same air back out.She shakes.She is cold and clammy.She smells of stomach gas.And she holds on for dear life.And she tells me she loves.