Main bola main phone nahi karunga usi ko bolo!Wo bola – Achcha , Jaisa wo kahe waisa karna ,aur jo paisa mile wo lekar aa jana.Aur ek ghante baad me...e number par ek call ayi aur main uske bataye huye pate par chala gaya. Waha ek 35-38 year ki lady nikli, Aur boli – AAP!!Main bola – phone aaya tha.Wo boli – Tum ho ! Aao baitho !!Aur andar le jakar baithaya boli kuch loge?.Main bola – Jo aap de!Wo anar ka juice layi aur thodi idhar udhar ki baat ki , aur boli achcha chalo andar chalen…Andar jakar. “In a couple of days we will have our bed in here,” she said. “We will really be living together; not just sharing a bed at our parent’s places. It will be like a dream come true for me; ever since I first met you; I’ve had dreams, fantasies about us living together.”“Just think, we will be able to do this every night,” I said. “Although we won’t have that time in the car talking about our day, and all of that.”“We weren’t alone then; we had Garry with us,” she replied.“Shit, I had better call. " and turns to Steve for a moment. "Would you go lock the front door and turn off the open sign for me Steve?" he asks. As Steve walks away, Robert leads Ashley over to a near-by workbench. Before lifting her up, he wastes no time pulling her shirt up over her head, unclasping her bra to expose her round tits, and removing her jeans and panties. Robert lifts her up and sits her on the edge of the bench, her ass hanging half on, half off. As Steve returns from the front of the shop, he grabs. His length disappears and I don't stop. Even when I cough and draw back, spit strings looping and splashing to the tiles, I go at him again and again as he encourages me. "Good girl. Take it all. Nice and wet so it'll slide into your pretty ass."My eyes widen. Say what? He strokes my cheek and smiles down at me. "Stand."Slithering off his dick, I do as he commands. Quake in front of him, heart pounding as he runs his fingertips up my thigh through my dripping slit and paints my body in nectar.