Tahira: baheya isa gand he kahta hayin na?Mai: hain magar tumharee gand thoree hai ya to poore aik handya hai.Tahira: kaya matlabMai: bohat motee hai ...o gaee hai kaya karte ho is main?Tahira: bus asa he thoree he motee ho rahi hai.Mai: ara pagli mote gand boys ko bohat achee lagte hai.Tahira: acha (phir vo seat ko pakr kar ghoree ban gae or gand ka soorakh aik hath sa khol deya, or mai muth marna laga)Mai: bohat maza a raha hai tumharee gand ko dakh kar muth marna ka, gand ka surakh thora or. I flinched slightly, and then Ciara stopped. She must have realised that I was awake. I felt her move closer to me and she whispered in my ear. "What the fuck are you doing asleep when you should be down there working on my clit?" So delicate, so persuasive... how could I refuse?But this time I was going to give as good as I got. Over the next half-hour, I gave Ciara's sopping, hairless cunt a fucking pounding. I flicked and pinched her clit; I had three fingers in her cunt, slamming them deep. They all wore headscarves and he could see two blonde pony tails and one red one. Debbie came out to greet the guests, a huge smile of welcome on her face. Jim didn’t stop watering the flowers, but he kept his eye on the new arrivals.“Susan!” Debbie squealed joyfully as she ran toward the driver’s side of the car.“Debbie!” Susan replied in kind, stepping from the car and meeting Debbie with a warm embrace.“You’ve been getting laid, haven’t you, love?” Susan whispered in Debbie’s ear as she. Why was I flattering this dame? I liked the taste of all women’s cunts, as long as they took regular baths.After a bit more time to pull herself together, she said. “Okay, honey, it’s now you’re your turn.”Rather dumbly I asked, “What do you want me to do?“Just stand there, lean against the desk if you wish. It’s my turn to kneel now.”I liked her red fingernails when she grasped my cock, and I especially liked the red lipstick she was wearing.“You’re red all over, aren’t you?”“They call me Big.