“When she wants something bad enough, she invariably gets what she wants!”
Neelam ‘s fingers squeezed more firmly around his shaft. Desiporn Neelam disappeared into the lounge and he found himself wondering what her reaction might be if she knew the thoughts she’d just stirred or indeed if she knew just how much he fancied her. Not that he minded in the least. Fuck it right up me! “Yes. She’ll get a taxi back. His wife Priya was away for a few days on business and he was taking this opportunity for a completely relaxing evening alone, where all his cares and worries – not that he could think of any at that particular moment in time – could take a back seat.
