I thrust my hips, begging for more. Pain merges to pleasure as your hand connects with my sex. The wet sound of your fingers slipping between my fold...s adds to my pleasure. My dream shimmers, falters and fog surrounds us and I am lost; grounded only by the press of your flesh to mine. The mist eddies and swirls, and I feel you leave me. Your last touch, the scrape of your fingernails across my hip. I spin, lost. Arms flung wide as I search for you. My clothes disappear and I am left standing. .aahh kha jao na aur chuso…pi jao na mera dood.Aur mera lund jo ki khamba ban chukka tha usko masalte hue bolne lagi bhaiya aapka lund to mast bada hai isko mei chut mein dalke fad do meri chut ko…cheer donaaaa…ahhh jan daalo na choda na mere pyare behenchod bhai me- haan jaan meri randi meri kutiya aaj teri chut ko khub chatunga aur khoob chodunga saali bhai ka lund lene ko taiyar hoja Fir maine use 69 position meinlitaya aur uski chut chatne laga aur wo mera lund chatne lagi aur badbadane. ‘You were wonderful. What you did to me was just perfect. And I want to do it again. Oh, and I’ve never come three times in a row, so please help.’ I laughed, then moaned as kisses on my breasts and licks on my hard nipples excited me again. I tangled my fingers in long blonde hair, pulling hard into my breasts. After a moment I pulled back. ‘Please let me do that to you too.’ My fireman gasped, then reached down to cup my breast, running a thumb over my rock hard nipples making me moan. I. Caitlin's parents lived in what is called a "gated community", that is a number of houses surrounded, usually by some type of decorative fence or wall, with a guard at the gate on the only road into it. It's fancy, I guess, and does allow them to feel a sense of privacy and security. As I headed to her house in the limo, I saw that a police car was in the street in front of the gate, and that there were a number of people standing on the road side. The limo passed through the gate without.