Layla was just coming into her stride."I want you all to spunk over me. Cover me with your sperm, now!" I was in ecstasy as about half a dozen men sur...ounded her, jostling for the best position. "Where’s birthday boy? I want your cock first", she shouted. He was pushed to the front and soon was pushing his cock between her lips as she slurped on it, looking all the time up to him smiling. When he came she kept it in her mouth and then withdrew slowly. I could see a few sperm droplets on her. That third open button made all the difference in the world. Her skin was perfect. Not extremely tan, but definitely not white either. There was a slight glow in the skin that comprised the area. The last time he saw her there wasn't much to see if she had three buttons undone. Now however, this area had officially graduated to become "cleavage". Firstly, it could be referred to that way simply because of how far her skin traveled before the first closed button. But more importantly, this. A big red bindhi on her forehead. And a 3 year old daughter holding her hand. I had to help her. It was my moral responsibility. (lol okay my dick’s responsibility). I introduced my self by saying I stay in front of your home. And bla bla. And asked her to help. She said thanks. It’s fine. But I had to keep asking her. Finally I helped her move her all luggage from the tempo. I got her some water bottles from my house and said welcome to pune. She was very friendly and open minded. I inquired. She posed while sitting on a long tool that is found in bars. With one leg up, she was looking very classy.Me: You’re looking like a very classy lady!Amy: I AM a classy lady!Me: Hahaha, sure you are! Now let’s try something more playful. Spread your arms, like you were flying.She lifted her arms up. My eyes were caught staring at her boobs. I could see her side boobs shape when her hands are up in the air.I asked her to move her hands behind her head. God, in that position, her boobs really.