Bas kiss karta karta maro bhosdo ena pag vachche ghasti hati dhime dhime…e pan thodu thodu pressure aappine eno lund mara bhosda par dabavto hato. H...awe mane maja aava lagi hati. E kiss karta karta mara bobla sudhi enu modhu lai gayo, jaane mane to jannat no ehsaas thava lagyo hato. Thodi vaar mara bobla chusya pachhi ene mane kidhu ke chal tari aakho bandh kari de tane surprise aapu.me mari aakho bandh kari didhi, to ene mane kahyu ke chal hawe modhu khol tane chocolate khavdau, etle me modhu. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand. I lifted her skirt and snuck my hand into her panties. I found her cunthole and pushed my thumb in. She clamped her legs shut, effectively trapping me in her. My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another. She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter.. My second glass was all but empty when she approached from out of nowhere. Her husky voice and bedroom eyes were a tranquilizer unto themselves, and I found myself expounding unceremoniously on her feigned interest. She was firm but gentle, goading me to reveal my innermost desires while remaining attractively aloof. Within a short time spell, she had learned far more from me than I ever cared to divulge to anyone, and I found myself groping for phrases to keep her from overcoming the last. The right slides beneath your arm, bringing you closer to me by the back of your neck. The rhythm of our bodies changes while I kiss you. Our trembling lips open further with each meeting. Briefly, we are lost in a long moment of romance within the storm of erotic desire we produce when we're together.The instant I pull away, we resume, just as we had been. Your fingers are flying over your clit at constant speed, in contrast to my own rhythm. After withdrawing slowly and carefully each time, I.