He peered in his mirror to gauge her response. Her cat-like eyes looked back at him, and her eyebrows bounced in approval. It was clear, now. She was... game. This boring girl needed some exhilaration, and he would play up to it. He rode the bike around and let her enjoy the scenery, the speed, and the adrenaline. At one point, he gestured towards a diner, but she snatched his hand and pinned it down to the handlebar pulling back on the throttle. She was now leaning on his back, with her chin. Gayatri was my neighbor in hometown, she works in Mumbai and last I met her was in her wedding. She was many of our fantasy girl who is 5.6′ tall, dusky complexion (like Bipasha), straight hair but got a facial muscle like Kareena … She was very very sexy with perfect figure of 32-28-32… She is like 4-5 years elder to me but always been my friend in neighborhood because of which I use to have lot of senior guys talking to me in college :) … She was married an year back and last I remember both. Watching this, there was no way in hell I was missing the end! A movement in the hall caught my eye as a naked Liz walked towards us. Looking at her face and body language, you could have sworn she was freshly fucked. Her hair was wild, her eyes smoky, nipples taut, and her face had a glow. But in her trembling hand she carried a large, old-fashioned wooden-handled hair brush. The business end of it was easily the size of a ping-pong paddle but you could tell it had heft, it had weight. That. His tongue circles around my clit, sliding down until he fucks my pussy. He drives on as if he can’t get enough. I feel myself writhe under him, my breathing is rapid. He slows, coming back up towards my clit. He sucks, and kisses on it as if he would my mouth. It’s so sensual that I feel the great shuddering, clenching spasms of a climax, gripping the sheets, I cry out his name. Sucking in a deep breath full of air, again I do it between moans; I feel my whole body respond. He is gentle, but.