He held on to my hips and when his body hit my body, he held on tight, at one point he cupped my ass and I didn't move his hand. When his body hit me ...his cologne gave me a vibe- I wanna to fuck this guy vibe. I am not the one to do casual sex but this is out of the norm or me I began to feel horny while dancing with this dude, I don't even know his name and didn't bother to ask. As we continued to dance my hand found its way to his crotch area and I squeezed more than a handful. I was curious. Maine unse kaha apapko garmi nahi ho rahi unkhone kaha ha ho rahi hai fir maine apne hatho se unke shirt ke button khol diye.fir boss bole ha ab achha lag raha hai maine unki chaati pe dekha tu kale aur safeed ghongrale baall the jo ki mujhe bahot acche lagte hai par mere pati ki chati pe na ke baranar baal hai. fir unki chati ko dekhkar mujhe kuch hone laga muje Kise bahane se unke chati ka chona tha fir maine kaha apko bahot pasine aa raha hai aur maine apna hath unke chati par raha aur. I was 21 years old and returned home for the winter recess of my junior year in college. The prior summer I met and hooked up with a very pretty (out of my league) Italian-America princess named Nicole. She was 18 petite (5’) with dark hair and greenish blue eyes with a killer body. She has been dancing since she was five and still taught dancing. She could always make me laugh with her wicked sarcastic wit. We were doing the long-term relationship thing talking everyday on the phone.I returned. Straddling her face, Chad positioned his cock – a pecker could rival any wine bottle in circumference – up against her mouth.“Time for the throatfucking you hoes love so much. Open up, bitch, or.. or I’ll smack ‘ya again.” His voice faltered at the end. She heard it, and figured that he must’ve run out of lines ripped off the script of a piece of hardcore pornography.Elia watched the gears turn behind his eyes as his own narrative of how much of a ‘whore’ she was and how ‘whores’ love to be.