If you’d like, I’ll cut the trip short and come to India.”She said, “No, anyhow, I will go home tomorrow morning.” He spoke at length, his voice full of care, inquiring about her health and expressing how much he missed her. I’ve touched and kissed many boobs, but hers felt so perfect. My desi I was scared when Irfan called. She turned to hold my face and kissed my whole face—my forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.She pulled my lips like a lollipop and started sucking. She moaned so loudly and pulled me in, hugging me. I went behind her, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Nida, you’re so beautiful, more than any celebrity,” I whispered, close to her. I held her by her waist and slowly kissed her pussy. She was crazy. I understood.Thank you for reading this so far! I whispered, “Nida, we should stop…” She nodded, “Yes, let’s stop,” her voice shy.We came out of the washroom,
