Chodte hue bhi main uske boobs ko nahi chhod raha tha – muh mein leke chus raha tha, kaat raha tha halke se, zubaan se tease kar raha tha. Usne khud apne dono haathon se bench ke upar wale edge ko pakad rakha tha – jaise support le rahi ho taaki hips upar utha sake, aur har thrust pe apni body ko mera lauda meet kar sake. Aankhen band, chehra laal, honth kaampe hue, woh poori tarah vasna mein doob gayi thi – bas “Arjun… haan… aise hi… dheere… gehra… oh fuck… teri moti lund meri choot ko bhar rahi hai… kitna mota hai… aahhh…”