Ye story meri aur mere kaamwali ki hai. Uska naam Manisha tha. Uski age 23 (virgin) thi. Uska figure kamal ka tha.Uske bra ki size 38d thi aur kamar e...k patli chine chameli ki tarah. Man to krta tha abhi usko chod kr apni randi bana dalu. Wo dikhne me saawali thi but figure bht hi mast tha jo ek bar dekh le bas chod dale.Ek din ki baat hai mere ghar par koi nahi tha me apne room me laptop par kaam kar rha tha. Wo mere room me safai krne ko aayi n me apne lund ko shla rha tha. Wo aayi aur room me. I quietly drew in an even breath. She let her shoulder strap fall to her side. I shuddered at the sight - the near bareness of her breast - the corner of her shirt held-up entirely by the protruding breast, dangling on the edge.My hips moved forward slowly, uncontrollably and I pushed up on my toes, tightening damn near every muscle below my waist. My calves hardening under the pressure. With a slight touch of her fingers she slipped the remaining strap over the crest of her shoulder, allowing. Watching her watch herself. She could not close her eyes, could not look away from her naked, open body reflected back in that cold, revealing mirror. She could feel the ties in her hair, the ones holding her to that horrid chair pull again as he released her braid. She had no room for movement in her head, could not turn away from her own image.She could feel her excitement mounting further as she continued to look at her self, as she had been ordered. The moisture between her legs started to. I thrust inside of you like this, attached to your body in two places, for a moment forgetting emotion, forgetting civilized love, and indulging in strong, unbridled fucking. I plunge into you, sweetness cast aside. I pull out, a thin, glistening rope of your moisture leading from your swollen lips to my head. Moving upward, my lips find your mouth, and I snake my tongue inside, savagely kissing you before pulling away. You look at me, upset at the lack of contact, but it is short lived. A gasp.