. holding it close. She felt excitedly at his mercy and at the same time wished she could be home, safe and alone in her bed. But then he was doing so...mething wilder than ever to her. His tongue danced and dove and rubbed at the very tip of her standing clit and Billie plunged her fingers deep into the thick, nappy curls on Hanson's head. A honey-warm rush of trembles filled her body, and her ass squirmed ravenously with a life of its own."Hanson! Ohhh, God!"Slowing his attack, Hanson teased. I shuddered at their passion while Carsina slammed her cunt down my dick, her tits jiggling in my hand.Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinched her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing. We continued to write during high school and college and became as close as two people could be without actually meeting. My trip to Germany was the second time we met face to face. Hans had visited the US after high school graduation, whereas I was visiting Germany after university graduation. We had flirted during his visit, but nothing ever came out of it, we were too naive to believe anything could come of it. My trip to Germany proved otherwise. Meeting Hans at the airport was a shot to. Ami, “ thik ache”, bole barite phone kore dilam, Ami r kakima snan korte bath room e dhuke porlam, kakima sudhu saya ta mukh obdhi badha r ami puro langto hoye baray tel makhachi, kakima tokhono amar motlob ta bujhte parini, bath room e dhuktei ami kakimar saya ta tene khule fele dilam, kakima haste haste amay saban makhate thaklo, ami o kakima ke sara gaye saban makhateThaklam, poder kache ese ektu besi e saban makhate dekhe kakima bollo “motlob ta ki” ami bollam “ jeta bujhte parcho” bolei.