I asked Irfan to leave, closed my door at his face, and cried for almost two days.I didn’t answer any call or message from anyone. I opened all of his shirt buttons and removed it. Desi porn My fingers were slowly opening his shirt buttons one by one to push my hands and feel his bare chest. He came that day to meet me. I started to cry (it happened itself). I started to move towards the washroom but he held my hands and pushed me again toward him. I cummed at that moment.Holding him tightly, I put my whole weight on him. He kept calling me for the next 4-5 days to check on me and ask me if I need anything.I started texting him on Whatsapp with voice notes or messages to divert
