Mene kaha yar chut ko kya pata kon hindu kon Muslim. Sweta ne kaha thik he me jesa bolu vesa kar mene sweta ke tips aajmane suru kiye me imran ke ghar...gai aur uncle aunty se hai hello kiya joki imran mera friend tha.Lekin best friend nai kuch kuch batchit hoti rehti thi mene imran se kaha aaj sham ko ghar aaoge? Muje thori help chahye tumhari usne kaha kya to mene kaha college ke kam se to usne kaha ok me aaunga. Mere mami papa ko imran se meri jyada bat chit pasand nai he isi liye mene imran. Her orgasm was so sudden that it took my by surprise. Rocking back and forth rather than up and down, she came so hard she became limp in my arms.I laid her back on the seat with her head by the passenger door. One foot was over the back of the seat and the other was on the dash. Kneeling between her legs I saw her smiling up at me. The smell of sex was so strong I couldnt stand it. I positioned myself between her legs but before I could push my cock into her she reached up and grabbed one. "He's good, isn't he?” she stated matter of factly, licking her lips. Then, like a mother inspecting her teenage daughter's clothes before a night on the town, Emma opened my coat and saw my ruined blouse. She raised her eyebrows and nodded towards my chest. I followed her gaze and saw the tell-tale signs of dried up spunk on my neck and chest.She smirked. "He talks about you quite a lot and I can see why.” She winked suggestively and tugged at my ruined blouse. "Have you fucked him yet?” she. 'So why don't you just fuck me now, Tommy?'It seemed a reasonable proposition, but Kevin had one final task to attend to before he could relax. 'I would,' he told her with lustful sincerity, 'but a promise is a promise...' He flipped her around, so that she lay across his lap, and slapped her bare buttocks firmly, making her squeal again. 'Now go get soaped up!' She clambered off him, laughing delightedly at how bad this rock drummer was turning out to be, then she turned and scampered.