“Who says a sexy lady eats slowly?”
“No one, I guess. Bhabhi I took it, and she took us both to that destination. Wow, she is stunning: a pretty face, straight brown hair, those breasts that look like c-cups and the whole persona she has too.’
I grabbed her a beer and brought it to her. She made her soft lips go as slowly as possible, and my skin crawled. Although, I still went over to her. She seemed to be out on a mission: to please me. I’ve never had this happen before.”
She kissed me again and smirked. “I’m not wearing a bra either,” she confessed, letting go of my schlong. “Nope,” she replied, turning back and unlocking the door. Who the hell else would write it?”
I looked around, but saw no sight of her. “Is someone there?” I questioned, turning my head back towards the stalls.
