She subconsciously began cupping them and playing with them as my hand worked over her belly. It was getting pretty erotic in an odd sort of way, and ... knew Kelly was enjoying the pseudo-makeout session. She was purring like a contented kitten until junior butted in again.His kick brought her back to awareness. But instead of blushing and being self-conscious about enjoying my caresses and playing with her tits, she did something I didn't expect. Kelly leaned over, uncomfortable as it might. I decided to go with how my cock was feeling and agreed to Lawrence's proposition. We grabbed our clothes with Lawrence going up to the host to tell him we were going to the bedroom. I followed Lawrence into the bedroom, unsure of what I was doing but also feeling turned on.The room had a large double bed as I was observed the surroundings with a posh looking decor. With the door shut, Lawrence said he developed a liking for Indian cocks a few years ago when he had a one-off meet with an Indian. She was with her brother’s family. Unlike other Pakistani families, they were pretty modern. Her brother was running his own business and he used to travel a lot.To describe her, she has pretty eyes and chubby cheeks. Always with a smile on her face. As for her assets, she has a curvy structure with huge boobs and an extra plummy ass. Unlike her country folks who usually wear abaya’s (traditional Muslim dress fully covered), she used to wear western clothing and that too mostly tight leggings. She let her fingers trail along his stubbly cheek, as she sauntered over to the stereo. Sultry music with a steady beat filled the air. She clicked the spot light on, basking him in radiant white light; putting herself in shadows. The element of surprise was in her favor. The bright light made it hard for him to see anything other than her silhouette, so when she handcuffed his wrists to the arm rest, it came as a pleasant shock. He was off balance; she could see it in his eyes. She backed.