Daro mat kuch nahi hoga….. aur lungi ke andar se pakad kar dekho……aur thoda usse pyar karo..tabhi wo tumhari chut ko achchi tarah se pyar karega....Mein lungi ke andar se pakda….wo bahut garam tha……phir unhone lungi nikaal di…..ab hum dono poori nange the…..phir wo mere upar aa gaye aur kiss karne lage sab jagah……..aur dheere se meri tangon ko utha kar phela diya….aur beech main aakar baith gaye…..aur unke lund ko meri chut ke upar rakh kar ek zor se dhakke se cock ko andar daal diya…..jaise hi. She asks me to fill up my profile and make it complete. I do that. and then we have a chat...one thing leads to another we have regular chats now, which are properly steamy and dripping with sex and sexual innuendos.We are on first name basis with each other now. She always asks if i am coming to her town ever...I reply if she is coming to mine.And that's just that. But time turns and one day I am in her town.I call her up and ask her to meet up.She is afraid and has trepidation because of. I admire the curve, as I sit back on my heels, holding myself steady with my hands on her hips like two cherubs clutching their bodies against a french urn.Curved as the bud of a Bleeding Heart flower, with the same inner curve where her hip bones dent in to her pelvis and stomach flesh . Between her hips is a seedling just beginning to split with life, round,tender,a small cleft, softest downiest pale blonde down.I see her pink skin beneath as when seeing the the ears of a baby rabbit. I touch. “Come on. You already won five rounds in a row.” He nodded to the pile of clothes by Ariel’s side. Ariel rolled her eyes. “I’ll raise the stakes. I lose, you take back your clothes. You lose, you lose your pants.” Then she added cheekily, “and your boxers.” Aaron feigned a groan. “Come on! You probably have a good hand anyway!” Ariel sighed. “Ok fine, I lose my top too? Come on...my cards aren’t THAT good.” Another feigned sigh. “Ok whatever, I’ll get ready to lose my pants then.” His sister.