Fuck, I'd have to find pleasure somewhere else. With Camille having a boyfriend and all she was out of the question. Sam on the other hand wasn't, we ...lways had had chemistry, we simply never acted upon it and I now he wanted to fuck me. He admitted it once, in his casual 'I don't care what you think' sort of way. Which made me think that it would be fun, but not amazing. And I honestly needed an amazing fuck. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I allowed my mind to drift off to the moment. This is more than you can stand. I hear you say something. “what was that”, you say it again. “please”, “ok” I reply “please what”, now the game of my cock vs your stubbornness starts out all over again. in order to leave you in no doubt as to what you'll be getting I stop my hip movement and push about an inch inside you. then I stop and i twitch every second or so. I do it again, twitch, twitch. I can see you nibble your trembling lower lip. still I don't give in and fuck you, until you say. Isi tarah lagbhag 30 minute tak mai uski minnate karta raha.She: Acha theek hai. Kya chahte ho?Me: Bas ek baar bina kapdo ke dekhna dur se.Fir vo apne kamre me jane lagiMe: Didi tum Kaha ja rahi ho?She: Mujhe sochne ka thoda waqt chahiye.Fir vo apne kamre mein chali gai. Jab vo 30 minute tak nahi aai to mai uske kamre ke bahar gya. Mene darwaja knock kiya. Usne darwaja khola or mujhe andar bulaya Mai andar gaya.She: Ab bhi waqt hai ajay soch lo main ye nahi kar paungi.Me: Please didi maine. To her mind she was acting like a newly abducted Persephone. ‘Won’t you talk to me?’ he asked. Still she stared at him impassively. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked for the umpteenth time. Still there was no response. Seeing that he seemed to be sailing into the wind, he decided to take another tack. ‘I’m sorry but your mother is dead. I assume the woman that you were traveling with was your mother. She did look like you. I am sorry but she was so hysterical, she was made to walk the plank. Boys.