Phir Mene Use Ek Lipp Kiis Ki. Udhar Mahesh Ne Bhi Shalu Ko kiss karna start kar diya tha.Mahesh :- Poonam Kya Tum Chahti ho na ki Amit Tumari Chut Me... Apna Mota OR Tagda Lund Pele. Tum Khus To Ho Na Meri Jaan.Amit ( me ) :- Shalu Tum bhi Mahesh Ke Lambe Lund Se Chudwa Na Chati Ho na. Tum Par Koi Jor Jabardasti nahi hai……bolo….POONAM :- Ha Mahesh Muje Aaj Ek Mota Lund Chayita Who Chahe kisi ka bhi ho. Me Apni Chut Me Dalva lungi. Aur Ha Me to bahut Khus Hu ki Meri Chut Aaj Apne Hi Bhai Se. My left arm snakes down between my legs and I casually brush my trimmed pubic hair checking if I need to wax or shave. Then my fingers find their way to my stuff. Even when it doesn't get hard, it does fill with blood and respond to my ministrations. It feels as relaxing as ever to lie here playing.I rub my nipples against the sheets, feeling them harden and grow. I am very proud of my breasts, one of my best features. After five years of hormones, my nipples and aureoles filled out and. There was a new resident and so I needed to ring that bell. A young man answered. Now I’m not gay but there was something about the man that was different. “Is your wife or girlfriend in?” I asked. He explained that he was single and unattached. “What are you selling though? I might be interested.” I laughed. “I doubt it. My case is full of women’s lingerie.” He laughed too. “I don’t think so.” Now I was the company’s top salesman and during my free time I sold fridges to Eskimos. Joke. “Why. All that mattered was her arms around my neck,my hands kneading her ass through her pants and my lipsmoving from her neck to her lips. We locked in a kiss. Iturned her around and pressed into her ass. A slightmoan escaped her lips. My hands made their way from herbare midriff to her chest and back again. God her titsfelt nice.Times like I love dancing — my hand — more than sex —creeping down– the flashing lights — to her pants —the sweat– and slipping.