Us k chest pe baal hi baal the.is k baad us nay meri peint b utar di aor muhje bilkul nanga kar diya. Us nay mujhe ulta lita diya.aor mere gand ko cha...na shoro kiya.kafi deer tak mere gand chatne k bad us nay apni shalwar b utari.us k 7 inch lamba aor kafi mote lun ko dekh k me dar gaya .aor muhje rona agaya.us nay mujhe hamosh kiya aor kaha k kuch nahi hota app ko bada maza aye ga.aor is k sath hi us nay apna lun mere honton pe rakh diya aor mujhe kaha k is ko chato.me nay us k lun chatna. By now, I was blushing as red as a beetroot and my heart was thumping fit to burst. When the class finished Donna approached us and asked us if we liked the view. We replied that we did and she asked us if we had ‘popped our cherries’ yet. We both confessed that we were virgins.She told us that she could solve the “problem” as she called it for both of us. We were both pretty much speechless by her offer. Tim manged to compose himself enough to ask when. She told us to walk home with her. It. Restless. Wet. Needy.The sound of my boyfriends heart is ripped away from my ear, as he pulls me over, grabs me, full of lust. His tongue wrestles with mine, in a fraction of seconds I can feel his hand in my slip and his tongue in my mouth. And his cheeks in my hands.As I lower myself, kissing, licking every part of his sweaty, shaking body, I try to see more. Adapting my sight to the pale light. His skin somehow shines. As does mine. Touch me, yes. Explore me. I love that feeling.Gasping.. She feels it and smiles says ” kiss ho gayi ab ghar jao, mujhe bhi sone do”” badi Jalim ho, aag laga di, aur ab ghar jane ko kah rahi ho” i says” tumne kiss ko kaha, maine de di”“ab thoda aage badane do, plzzzzzz.”“aage kaha”I place my hands on her breast and press slowly over the clothes and says ” Yaha, aaj to Rasila Rassagulla kha ke hi rahunga”“kya, kah rahe ho, kaisa Rassagulla”“kuch nahi” and i started pressing her breast tightly. she murmured ohhhh ohhhhh.as i pressed her breasts she.