Jo bhi karenge khul-e-aam kareyenge.” Main phir bola, “lo hum aaj se hi shuruaat karte hain. Chalo ek-ek cigarette peete hain aur shaam ko drink b...hi kareyenge.”Maine 2 cigarettes sulgayee aur hum dono kash lagane lage. Kuch der chup rehne ke baad sangita boli, “bhaiya, ek baat boloon, gussa to nahin karoge”.“haan-haan kaho”, maine kaha.“drink aur smoking tak to theek hai, lekin wo sab hum thoda ek dusre ke saamne kar sakte hain. Sangita bolne mein hichkicha rahi thi.“kyuon ismein kya hai”,. We made our rounds kissing everywhere that we could. My hands were sure to become vagabonds, going from places like her hands and hair to her inner thighs, then to her ass, grabbing so much that she couldn't help but whine a bit. My kisses trailed from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck, then down to her shoulders, where I was sure to mark my territory. She's mine, mine, mine, and I wanted the whole damn world to know it. As much as I love giving and getting hickeys, what really made it for. Michael brings the traveller to the bed and mounts himself between her legs. Like a calm before the storm the driver slowly inserts himself into Dulci’s cunt, forcing a quiet moan from her mouth. Michael then begins thrusting in and out of the traveller’s sweet spot, slowly increasing his rythm and pace. Without noticing the flow of time the driver was in pace, driving his cock into Dulci’s cunt at moderate force. Michael gripped his hands into the sheets, the traveller doing the same with her. Tonight, however, was a little bit different than the other nights. It was a full nine months later, and we were spending this night together in his home, a cozy little three bedroom house with tasteful decorations and brand new yet hardly used appliances. I had become used to this nice little house, though I never gathered enough nerve to ask whether I could move in. Our anniversary was rapidly approaching, and it stayed in the forefront of my mind. What would we do to celebrate our year of.