She grabbed his head with both hands, simultaneously trying to pull him closer and control his movements.He was pursuing his own agenda, and I could s...ee him lapping at her hole with broad strokes – he was a painter who used broad strokes rather than one who laboured over fine details. Clearly he was simply making her as wet as possible to facilitate his entrance, rather than concentrating on her arousal. The end effect, as far as I could tell, was going to be the same anyway. Her breathing was. She just looked at me.She snapped – “Look white boy, you’re too young and I’m not into white guys, but I need this money now, and I can’t think of any way to get it in such short notice. If you swear on your life to keep your mouth shut, maybe we can help each other out?”My mind is spinning – what is happening?“Uhm yeah – of course I would never say anything, I swear!”OK – she says, “Do you have the money on you now?” “Yeah, in my room” We walk in, and I grab a container that I keep my money. Releasing the bar of soap and letting it fall into the water at our feet you reach between my thighs palming the mound of my sex gently spreading my pussy apart teasing my clit and bathing your fingers in my arousal. My knees were already weak and this only makes it harder for me to stand. I move my arms up and around your broad neck for support locking my fingers together pulling you closer to me; you wrap one muscular arm all the way around me enfolding me, my body swaying slightly against. Ek din amar bhishon ga hat pa batha chilo, ghore fire suye pore chilam, Malati dekhe bollo ki hoyeche apnar ? Oke bollam, sune bollo apni suye porun ami ektu tipe dyi, thik hoye jabe. Ami suye porlam. Malati amer sorir tipe dite laglo, ektu pore amake bolloo dadababu jamata khule felun subidha hobe, ami tai korlam, upur hye chikam, kichu somay pore amake ghure sute bollo Malati. Tai korlam,amar booke hat bolachilo, oke dekhe amar kemon jeno hoye gelo, ami or hate hat bolate laglam, aste aste.