Divya: So you had some work?Me: Yeah, actually I happen to have given away my washing machine key to a guy and I am currently in dire need to use it. ...I wanted to ask you for the key of the other machine.Divya: Oh, sure! Just a minute.She went inside her room and fetched the key, gave it to me with a toe-curling smile and shut her door before my pervert Dalit eyes could strip her clothes away in my mind. I gave a sigh of discontentment and went to the machine room.I quickly checked if anybody. She started walking towards me and said " Which bus is it". I didn't hear her because I had headphones on so I just got on the bus and she followed. She sat next to me and took my headphones to see what I was listening to. She started dancing in the seat. After a few seconds she gave back my headphones and asked if it was opera by zatox (by the way check it out if you don't already know it). I said yeah. Sabrina had unplugged my headphones from my phone and plugged into her phone and asked if I. I was sure there’d be stuff on them. There were no complaints from Lee, though. As I sucked his cock, he was down there in the 69 position lapping at my cunt. He started as I wanted him to, licking my outer labia, caressing me with his tongue, working quickly on to my inner lips. Inside seconds he was licking and poking his curled up tongue right inside my vagina, which by now was wet and sticky with my sex juices. I started to cum, which was immediately obvious to Uncle Bill, who had by. So sit back and enjoy. If it's not for you, just leave my story and I will understand, you don't need to get mad I don't write about what you enjoy. Also, I know I don't describe things EXTREMELY sexual, I pretty much will be talking about my experiences. If I say it, or I say someone said it or did it, it happened. Thank you very much for reading and enjoy my first story, "What's a slut?"Note: My stories, although all about me, are not one big story. They are different situations, different.