Wahan batain kerte rahe or phr ma ne iss k lips par kiss ki iss ne response ma kiss ki. Ye kiss deep ho gai or mera lun khara hona suru ho gaya . Isse...mera lun mehsoos ho raha tha who b hot ho rahi thi. Iss ne apna hatth mere lun par rakh liya. Ye daikh kr muj ma himat aie or ma ne iss boobs ko press kerna suru kr diya. Ise bara acha lag raha tha or iss k mou se sexy awazain aa rahi thi .ahhhhh ahhhh ohhhhhh mmmmmm. Ma mar mar gai ki awazian nikal rahi thi. Phr me ne is ski kameez uteri or iss. I was enjoying this thoroughly this was more like a dream come true, but Sania was lying there on the bed and she was getting bored so she got up and came up to us, she turned my hips a bit took my dick in her hand and started stroking it, and then she started giving me a blowjob, it was double delight for me, kissing my cousin and a blowjob from her best friend. I was getting turned on again, so I stopped kissing Tanya and I brought my hands to her huge 34D boobs, and I started pressing them,. ”“What are ya, a fuckin’ teenager? Jerk off if you can’t wait.”“Fuck you.” The first voice said dejectedly, but he did stop taking advantage of her restrained, naked body.A little more time passed in silence, each time the van stopped she waited for the sound of the engine stopping and doors opening but apparently they were only stopped at lights again. She felt lightheaded and sleepy but adrenaline kept jolting her awake. Finally when the van did reach it’s destination she was bodily carried. In that ever changing sea of bodies, we remained constant – at least for a little while. As the night wore on, our dancing became less like discernible movement and more like foreplay. It’s funny how you can get away with certain movements in public when you’re vertical. It became a game to us as we each moved sweetly against the other, our hands barely restrained by an ever dimming sense of public propriety. Finally, he cracked. “Let me take you home,” he breathed in my ear. Stopping only long.