He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bit at my ass murmuring in Portuguese. As his fingers slowly moved in and out of my ...ozing sex, I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to the point of such urgent need that i needed to cum, he always worked me like a composer building to his crescendo. He worked me slowly and skillfully using his entire body to make me putty in his hands. His stubble raked my smooth belly and then lower to my inner. ”“I can sympathize,” she grumbled. “Fetch someone to clean this mess up, I will have words with our guest.”The guard darted out of sight, Korbaz’s insincere smile coming into view as she stepped gingerly around the spilled food.“G’day Korbaz,” Cooper said, planting his hand on his hip. “So, what’s your angle this time? You gonna threaten to peel my skin off and salt the wounds? Gonna offer me an all-expenses-paid cruise to Saturn?”“Perhaps we should start by getting you some food that’s more to. I am preparing for competetive exams. I’m a normal-looking boy, with an average size of tool which can satisfy anyone easily.I’m from Marathi medium, but I’m posting this story in English. So forgive me if there is any grammatical mistake. Now coming back to the story, this story is between a bhabhi and devar. The heroine of the story is Isha, my bhabhi, (in Marathi, we call bhabhi as Vahini) now becomes my wife.She was married to my brother (both doing jobs) 3 years ago. She was a normal. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her long brown hair. God she was to die for.They walked over to the bar, and began to order drinks. The music was soothing, and all around her people were swaying to its rhythm. She didn't notice the dark eyes watching her from across the room nor the evil smile that curled around his lips.He walked up to her and asked for a dance, but she.