This was the first time in a long time I was going to quench the itch my pussy needed scratched. Bhabhi The harder he sucked, the more I wanted him in me. His fingers rubbed the sensitive spot before separating my folds and his tongue took a taste, licking the whole length of my pussy. “Can you handle more or should I stop?”
“Keep going.”
I stood up and swayed my hips. I slid my middle finger in me and began fucking myself. Those were the best fucks. The private rooms were like the front minus the pole and the feeling everyone was watching you get off unless you were into that shit. “You look like you could use another one,” I said, placing the glass next to a half-empty drink. I started missing the little things he did for me besides sex.
