Ab shayd wo b smajh gya tha k mai jagi hu. Isliye usne der na krte hue apne mote lund k top ko meri choot k ched pe ada diya or ragadne laga. Mere muh...se aaaah. . Nikal gyi bt mene awaz bahr ni aane di. Mujhe bhot maza aane laga. Or mene apni gand ko thora piche ko nikal diya taki uska lund meri choot k ched pe dhang se set ho sake. ab wo halke se mere boobs ko pres krne lga or dhire se ek jhatka mar diya. Chiknayi ki wajah se uska lund ka cap meri choot me ghus gaya. Aaaaahhhhh. . . Mere muh. I do remember that I was a little disappointed when it was over and that flow of her delicious nectar slowed down to almost nothing. But I was also very happy that I had been able to give her that degree of pleasure. Linda hinted that it had been something special for her too. That warm and sensuous hug was my first hint; her still-quivering muscles were another. Just to make sure I got the message, she kissed me, hard and demanding, with more warmth than I could recall having experienced from. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin.” Kevin sighed. He bent his head down. What was the matter with Sindy? “What’s wrong, Kevin?” she asked. “Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking?” “Yes, I do,” he admitted. “But it’s not about me. It’s about you! Please, please, tell me about yourself. What do you want to do?” “I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin.” “Is that all you want to do?” “I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me. Both times of emotional turning points, when a woman had decided deep inside that this was the time, to be made love to. To give herself as a perfect offering to this man, to be taken, to be used, and to give pleasure to this their chosen partner. In return those eyes expect- they expect that she will be valued, treasured, to receive the same pleasure in return and an exactly equivalent commitment in the establishment of a deep trust. Poets would describe these as limpid eyes and ponder whether.