Ab tu yeh bata kit u mujse gaand marwana chahegi yaa choot. Wo boli lagta to tu bahut samajhdaar hai par tu yeh bhee nahin samajhta ki ladki yaa aurte...n gaand marwana naheen pasand karteen bhale he wo lund choos lein, choot marwa len lekin unko gaand marwana pasand naheen. Maine kaha yeh sab to iccha ki baat hai. Jab ichchca ho jai to choot de deteen hain to gaand kyaon naheen marwaa sakteen. Ichcha hogi to gaand bhee marwa lengi.Phir maine use utha kar bed par lita diya apne lund ka topa uski. To her relief, he seemed to take the hint and relented from trying to fuck her through her skirt.His hard palms were raking up her sides and they pushed the thin material of her blouse along for the ride. His roaming hands had exposed her lightly toned midriff and pierced navel to the cold air and she sighed softly feeling the firm pressure on her sides. While he felt up her tight midsection, his hard fingers ground into her and left the skin tingling in their wake. She tilted her. Soon I was standing there with the denim shorts around my ankles with my hands still securely tied above my head. I felt his hands begin to squeeze and knead the twin mounds of my still pantie covered bottom. Soon his squeezing and caressing turns to carefully placed swats alternating from one cheek to the other. The swats seemed to get harder with each successive smack. I felt the familiar stinging sensation coupled with a growing feeling of heat rising from my backside. Using his foot he. I am soaked through," she said. Without any further words she reached down to her waist and quickly stripped off the sopping T-shirt, before dropping her skirt to the floor.I gasped involuntarily as I got my first proper look at her body. The muscles of her arms and legs were very well toned, probably from all her swimming. I had known her chest was big, but without the T-shirt it looked even larger. Her red swimsuit that I had glimpsed before was again far too small for her and the tight lycra.