“Idunno…”
“Do you miss…touching? Bhabhi sex I don’t want you to need to get drunk, it’s not healthy,” I say as I pull you up onto the bed, where you sit next to me. Out of it comes a condom, which I hand to you. I lean down, kissing you sweetly before reaching down and positioning your member at my wet awaiting entrance. I forgot I was bringing this,” I cheer, handing it to you. This time, you kiss back immediately, and your hands go to my waist. “Hey, do you miss her? Then I get off, and you stand to throw away the condom. I lean down and kiss you softly on the cheek, making you turn your head to look at me. “Do you think I’m doing this out of pity?” I ask, getting off of your lap and sitting down, my shirt in my hands.




















