Kehate hi muje kis karne lagii me bhi use jorjor se kis karne laga sudha kis kate karte mere shit ke buton kholle aur mere shirt nikal diya aur ab o k...is karke karte niche jane lagi ab o mere chest par kis kar rahi thi aut apnaa haat phir rahie thi kis karte kate o mere half pant ke karib aa gai aur kis karne lagi aur mere pant niche dhere dheire karke nikal diya ab me sirf jaoky me thaa mere khada uha land ko o joky ke uparse hi kis karne lagi aur boliKitaa bada ho gaya haiii tumharaa land ……. Don't ask about Kay you say? I may be partier but I'm not stupid; I did get into this school on academics you know. Now whatever the fuck happened between you two is none of my business unless you decide to tell me, but I know that a good smoke will make you feel much better." Well, we'll see. I'm gonna come over anyway. I need a shirt to wear." Now you're really confusing me." Don't ask." Whatever, sure you can borrow a shirt, buuuut... you have to take at least one hit." Yeah, okay. I'll be. Mmmmmmmmm... fuck...mmmm. My cum dribbled into his open mouth through my panties as he flicked my clit with his tongue. I reached behind me and wanked his cock, needing it to fill my tight hole. I slid my way down his chest leaving a trail of wetness, the room smelt our sex and my cum. It was so good. One pair of panties left. I straddled him and rubbed my slit over his stiff cock, I pulled my panty to the side and squatted over him. I held his cock in place and edged myself onto him. My pussy. .. I'm ready..." she protested feebly."Well," I smiled, "you let me take care of that, honey." With that, I lowered my mouth to her dry cunt. She nervously forced a smile and lay back on the ground, clenching her fists at her sides.I flicked my tongue around her cunt, trying to arouse her. It was tough going. She was extremely tense, with all her worries about getting caught and going to hell for being a slut running loose in her mind. There was no way I could possible eat her into.