Ab me meri pent dhire dhire niche karane laga or sone ka natak karane laga.Ab meri pent meri gand k niche thi.uski jaise hi dhyan gayi usane mera lund...kafi jor se daba diya.or me uth ke baith gaya.fir usane kaha k jab itana hi maja aa raha tha to sone ka natak kyu kar rahe the.me chup baitha raha.firWo dhire dhire mere lund ko sehalane lage.me madak ho chukka tha.unhone apana lund bahar nikala or bole ise chusoge.me to unka lund dekh pagal ho gaya.kya lund tha.9inch lumba,or unhone mera sir. ‘It’s been a few days.’ I studied the smile that spread across his face, thinking that I could stare at him for hours without becoming bored. He stopped at a light, and I pulled on my seatbelt to give myself the freedom to lean in close and kiss slowly up his jaw, my lips grazing the skin just in front of his ear, before whispering to let him know how much I wanted him. My hand swept across his lap again, pleased to feel him becoming aroused. We both jumped as another driver tapped their horn.. I place my hand on the side of your face and stroke your cheek bone delicately with my thumb, making you softly moan. I’ve never been more in love with you than I am in this moment.And then it hits me, a new wave of anxiety and fear. But no, I don’t want that! I want to go 30 seconds back when I was admiring the love of my life nursing at my breast! What is happening to me??I’m snapped out of it when you sit up to switch sides, and I let out a small laugh when I look down to see my now uneven. ‘I don’t mind if I have to finish myself off by hand.’ “But he finds you so sexy that barely one and a half hours later he is pumping you full of his hot jism. “’So what’s your favourite James Bond flick?’ he asks, lighting himself a post-coital cigarette, a few minutes later. “’”The Spy Who Loved Me”’ you reply. “’But that wasn’t one of mine,’ he complains. ‘That was that Roger Moore chappy.’ “’I know,’ you reply, teasingly, ‘it’s not him I like, it’s his name.’ “’A total misnomer. I’ve always.