His girlfriend was a petit redhead with wavy hair that reached down to just below her shoulders. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her smoking hot ass... that was packed into a black mini skirt. She was leaning on the counter in a way that showed the bottom inch of her asscheeks quite clearly; another half-inch and her pussy mound would be visible too. I hadn’t seen her face yet, so she could be a dog, but I was lovin’ the way that her cheeks were jiggling as she bounced restlessly upon the balls of. Aur aur uchak uchak ke apni gaand dene lagi saali chinaal randi. Chanda ki gaand apne maal se bhar di. Apne maal, uska ghu aur kichad se sana hua lavda bahar nikala. Sab uski gaand se hot hua uske pairon par behne laga. Saali ko kamar se utha ke nadiya ke paani mein phenk diya.Kinare pe paani jyada gehra nahi tha. Chhati tak ka paani tha. Chanda paani mein apni gaand dhone lagi. Main bhi kud pada paani mein, “Bhenchood maza aaya. Mast rand hai tu. Bilkul gandi wali. Maaza aa gaya. Tujhe maza. After I'd finished tidying the house I lay on my bed and began to think about Owen. As I thought about his muscular arms and his buldge which showed through his tight work trousers. I undid my bra and let my DD breasts bounce free as I began to squeeze my nipples and waves of pleasure shot through me. I slid my hand down to my pussy which by this point was already wet just from the thought of Owen. I teased myself slowly circling round my slippery pussy hole before gently pushing my middle. So I rode every Friday and Saturday, into the night. In the early evenings it was its own form of torture, trains filled with people rushing to or from parties or whatever. The couples were the worst, smiling and giggling in the corners, reminding me.I brought books and used them as shields. Mark Twain would keep me preoccupied until the crowds had gone and it was just me and the night and the empty tunnels of the subway.Until that night.It was a Saturday. I got a seat next to the door and.