Before I went to Paris they had to share a room.Whilst I had been away, one had moved into my room. Now that I was back,they had to share again and ne...ther brother liked it. Of course, it was'all my fault'! I wasn't too happy with the way my brother hadpersonalised my room either. It no longer felt like mine. I wastherefore pleased that after only a couple of weeks it was time totravel to Seaton and resume my university studies.Fortunately for me, our compulsory 'year out' was not a formal part. They pulled my erect nipples as I cried aaaannnnnnh annnnnnhhh mera nipple mat khinch aannnnnnnhhhhhhhhh aaaaaannnnnnhhhhhhhhh. They slapped my breasts from two sides and laughed as my breasts shaked with each slap. I said unh unhh aur jor se maar. Now I was enjoying this rough assault on my boobs.Each one of them pressed my breasts hard with all their strength and made it pointed forward. I enjoyed as they sucked my pointed nipples two at a time. I held their heads as they sucked.. 5inch ka pura land nila ki chuth me tha nila maon kar rahi thi aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaadddddddddiiiiiiii ffffffuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm merrriiiii ccccchhhhuuuuttttthhhhhh kkkkaaaaaa bbbbbhhhhhooooosssssdddddaaaaa bannaaaa ddddeeeee aaaahhhhhhh me lagatar uski chuth ka bhosda bana ne laga tezz shot lagane laga nila bahot hi maduk adaye kar rahi thi aur aaahhhhh hhhhhmmmmmm aaaahhhhhhh chhhoooodooooooo. I continue to circle and snap pictures. I catch her tongue pushing into her lovers mouth. The thin tendril of saliva that trailed as their lips parted. Her fingers rolling the nipples making them even harder. The moans that are escaping from there lips I can only record with my ears. I continue to circle stepping in closer to change the angle of the shots. I want so badly to touch and direct but know that I cant. She is really working into a frenzy now. Nursing at her lovers breast. Slowly.