..his were so soft...warm...made me shudder and my cock got harder...just a light gentle lil peck..but..felt so good...i had never kissed anyone befor..., except my mom...and maybe an aunt or two...but only on the cheek...this was...sooo different...feeling akward and nervous...I pulled back blushing and stammered ashamed embarassed....thought he would jump up and run out...or maybe even punch me in the face....but...he gave me the cutest shy lil smile...and giggled ...almost like a lil girl...). Rupa aar Kakoli tader mukh theke ohhhhhhhh ufffffffff maaaaaaaa aaaaiiiiiiii seeeeeeee awaj aste aste bar korchilo. Khaik pore ami ek ek kore tader kont gulo amar thonte chepe kont gulo ke chuste laglam aar Rupa aar Kakoli puro shorir ta kampate kampate tader guuder jal har har kore amar mukher oopore chere dilo. Ami Rupa aar Kakolir guuder sab ras gulo chete chete kheye nilam aar jeev diye tader guud gulo porishkar kore dilam. Ami tarpor Rupa ke amar kole boste bollam. Rupa uthe char pash. . Her hair is dark red, certainly not brown, and she has awesome green eyes, a few freckles on her face and arms—maybe also elsewhere, I caught myself wondering. Her lips, I thought, beg to be kissed, and I expect they have been, at least a few times. In today's world of flaunted cleavage, she wore a long-sleeved blouse, three buttons at top, only the top one undone. I thought the long sleeves this August day meant she might worry about being seen wearing a bandage on her arm after giving. How snug and pliant her flesh was, he nibbled the lips of skin that protected her little entry.She threw her head back, her blonde hair falling on the table, lit only the lamp light outside and moaned, uncontrollably and in perfect rhythm to the waves of pleasure she felt rushing through her being.He could wait no longer and pushed himself inside her, slowly initially. He pushed the tip of himself inside her then rocked gently in her opening, pushing himself further in on each pass. Instantly.