(he must have done this before!). I was amazed; this was something I had never seen. I felt it run around my mouth, slipping into my throat, down my t...ongue, sliding off my teeth. Some of it that had dribbled onto my lips and chin slide down my neck, making me go all goosebumpy. He smiled at me. I pushed my tongue out, making a lot of it pour out over my lips and joining the stuff already sliding down my neck. He leaned forward so his softening cock touched my face... I twisted a little and. Struggling with his clothes, reality was starting to close in and Pedro tried to think about what to do. A thousand dollars would buy a lot of dope. He could go into business, make a fortune. The .45 was nice, felt good in his hand but he knew he couldn't keep it. Too much risk of getting caught but it would sell for a lot of money. Gathering up her clothing and effects he stuffed them into a big plastic garbage bag. Pausing with her C cup lace bra he held it to his face and took a deep. Her name is Poorva. But this story is not about her. This story is about how I fulfilled my fantasy of having sex at the Tiger Point,Lonavla.Lets us go back a few months. It was the month of Jan. of my last semester of Engg.So me and my college friends decided to go out at night to Lonavla. This plan was made in just half an hour. The four of us immediately hopped into my car and left for Lonavla.FYI Lonavla is the coooolest place for a night out. Loud music, hookah, sutta,booze…its totally. She did this so sensually I went to the clerk for lap dance bills. Returning, her back was now to me displaying her tramp stamp of Calvin pissing on Trump's head (this must be the video Putin is using as blackmail, I mused) but the additional view of her deliciously curvy, toned, bottom soon gave me other, less political, thoughts. Blushing we left to pay.Standing in front of the cashier, holding my breath as I await credit card acceptance, the clerk handed us the bag and gave me a validating.