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Made My Girlfriend A Cock Loving Bitch – Part 8
Hi guys and girls. I’m posting after a long time so I’m sorry and also would recommend you to read the previous parts as well. Anyways so let’s get on with it. For fun and feedback: [email protected]. Enjoy people.
We all went for a trip that was organized by the college. We all sat on the bus at the beginning of the trip. Anamika ke class mein 2 hi friends thi aur woh dono sath mein baith gayi. Anamika akeli ladki reh gayi jiske sath baithne ke liye koi ladki nahi bachi thi. We had an odd number of girls. So Anamika had to sit with a guy and that guy was me.
We got seated just behind where the girl’s row ended. Anamika wanted the window seat so I was like ok whatever. Mera hath seedha uski thighs pe gaya. Chhoti si skirt mein uski nangi taange mera lund khada kar rahi thi. Main bhi choot ke liye kaafi din se tadap raha tha. Anamika opened her legs a little giving me more access towards her mound.
But after two minutes she removed my hand. She had promised herself not to get into all this and was trying to resist. Main bhi kahan maanne wala tha. I kept one hand around her neck and pulled her close to me. The other hand was still caressing her thighs but not going inside her skirt.
Iske liye usne kuchh nahi bola. Garam toh woh khud bhi ho rahi thi. Mera ek hath uski nangi tango pe tha aur dusra upar uski neck pe. Kuchh der tak I kept on carressing her thighs only. Woh garam hone lagi toh maine uska hath pakda aur apne lund pe rakh diya shorts ke upar se. Usne apna hath hata liya.
I moved my hand from her neck in between her boob and her arm. Then I began to rub her boob from the side while my other hand slowly going inside. Maine bhi soch liya tha ki jitna yeh bhaav khayegi utni badi raand banaunga ise. Uski saanse tez hone lagi. I again took her one hand and placed it on my crotch.
She kept her hand there only but did not do anything. I pressed her boob a little harder and she grabbed my cock over my shorts. Then I moved my other hand inside her skirt on her pussy. The bitch spread her legs a little welcoming the touch.
Upar mera hath uske nipple se khel raha tha, neeche choot aur hath mein lund. Lust was filling her body very quickly. It was hard for her to control. But tabhi bus mein shor mach gaya Antakshari ke liye. I removed my hand from her pussy and boob and she also stopped rubbing my dick.
Antakshari shuru hui. Aage ki ladkiyan nahi khel rahi thi. Sirf hum boys hi khel rahe the. Anamika bhi kum interested thi. Khair hum sab ladke khel rahe the. Sam peechhe baith ke daaru pi raha tha. He stole it from his dad’s bar. Log gaana ga rahe the aur woh uthkar dance karne laga.
He came forward while dancing and called out for Anamika to join. She said no no but Sam was his other master. Usko gussa aata dekh Anamika maan gayi. She shifted on my seat and joined the game. I stood up behind her. Anamika ka face bus ke peechhe ke taraf tha. Woh bhi ab ek team mein ho gayi.
She was playing Antakshari while I slid my hand inside her sweater from behind. No one could see anything. I blocked the view from the front and the seat on which she was sitting hid the rest. I began to squeeze her ass. Then I held her panty from the crease and pulled it up. The panty clung to her pussy.