He turned me over to my back and picked me up; fucking my pussy deep as I held onto him so tight.He just kept pounding and pounding me in a brutal way... His balls were slapping my asshole and I was moaning and screaming; telling him not stopping fucking me.He asked if I liked his black dick; but again, I could not even say a single word, just moan and shudder with pleasure.Then he threw me on the bed and as I was trying to catch my breath, he put my legs over his shoulders and he fucked me. The tables were separated again, but without the candles and the room was well lit. The food was as good as the day before and the choice of wine, excellent, two half bottles again for us both. Back in the classroom for the afternoon session which went by all too quickly. Before we knew it, our daytime of body fondling was over. After a shower and with clean sarongs on, we all gathered in the bar. I think the same thought was going through everyone else’s mind that this was the last night with. She was wearing only sari and wrapped around her body, it is usual in villages but not in front of an outsider anyone could have easily figured out her tits and hard nipples through her clothes and that villager was wearing a dhoti and he was topless common dress in villages nothing unusual but whatI found unusual was he was wearing so many different weird stuff like different stones and had long hairs and beard and for further story I am going to use Hindi language to make it more spicy if you. I guessed her to be in her early twenties as she lay on her stomach with her head resting on a soft white pillow. Her body was on an air mattress that kept the inflexible concrete floor from the radiating heat and inflexible hardness. Lilly was an attractive gal, with a slim body. Obviously, her boobs were beneath her, but I could see her long blond hair stretched well below her shoulders. She was awake and beside her was an issue of National Geographic with the Statue of Liberty on the front.