“You can't just say, ‘In the dresser,’” she said. “You have to guess a drawer.” Well. That could exhaust my guesses right there. “Then you'll have to tell me if I'm hot or cold,” I demanded. She smirked, as if she had seen this coming. “All right,” she agreed. I stood in the center of the room and turned slowly, sizing things up. I'd better divide the room in half with the first guess. “On top of the dresser,” I said, eyeing the mess. Christy walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing one leg over the other in silence. “Nope,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Well,” I snapped. “Am I hot or cold?” Christy leaned back on her hands, arching her back. The unzipped coat fell open, pushing her beautiful breasts out toward me. I never could decide whether she was a B-cup or a C-cup. Probably a B. Only her waist was so slim, it made her boobs seem big. Her nipples were poking themselves against her sweater, and I admired the view. Something else to distract my attention. Christy rocked. So I sat there waiting for my friend aunt expecting to be taking them both to the shop with me, but seeing as it was a family thing there was a last minute change in the plan and I ended up just taking ‎Urvashi and a huge list of things to get. It would have taken ages to find everything on the list so I decided to take advantage of a service the shop we went to had which was a call and collect where they would gather the items for you and then you just picked them up. ‎Urvashi was impressed as we pulled up and a few minutes later we had everything in the car I wanted a smoke so I suggested we go sit on the other side of the car park as I did before we went back. She called her mum and said we were just pulling in to the shop and that it was really busy then after she hung up she asked me if she could suck my dick. This made me cough and splutter as she giggled and said she loved sucking dick and we had time so I was like sure go for it. As I sat there with ‎Urvashi sucking my dick.
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