.she said why u miss me i m here … Listenin this i got courage n i quickly bend down to her stomach pressin it hard ..i took my other hand to her li...s n down her nech n over here hard breast over here cloths .. I caressed them n lefted here salwar for down n exposed here flat stomach n kiss it .. She went aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck man i was in heaven … I continued my job n bit her on her stomach with some force.she started enjoyin it all .. I now started playin with my tounge lickin. Amidst our moans Tasha bites my neck which only heightens my own approaching climax. Suddenly Tasha stops thrusting her fingers I moan out in protest, my climax so close yet so far away now, yet her hesitant pause cause me to stop my own fucking of her hole. “You Okay?” I ask concerned.Tasha flashes me her intoxicating smile. “I have a surprise for you” she says nonchalantly.She slips away from my embrace and rummages around through all the discarded clothing to find her bag. Suddenly she’s. We stopped and hugged each other. As it was a cold evening , she wore a thick sweater. I pushed her onto the wall nearby , took both her hands to the wall and started kissing her neck which made her moan very quickly. (Girls get seduced with this ) She took my head in her hand and was enjoying the kisses on her neck. While kissing I put my hands on her sweater which had 3 buttons on its top part. I started unbuttoning those while kissing her neck and then her lips. As soon as the buttons got. “Shall I get the express train to shoot out of the tunnel and see it derail all over the landscape?” She teasingly suggested. It was a metaphor we’d used before. She loved masturbating me and watching my cock jerk as the semen shot out. I called her the controller of the line. It was always her call to get the train going.“It’s up to you, darling. You’re in charge” I said.The linesman got to work. She softly clutched my taut balls with one hand and then dragged the nails of her other hand.
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