" Where are you based?" Oh I travel around. I've just finished a pre-winter camp in Christchurch. Now I'm heading up to a campsite near Auckland. I'll...be there for the rest of winter."She clutched the side of the table with her free hand as the ship rolled again."Whew, now I know why people have cringed when I mentioned I was crossing on the ferry. Is it always like this?" she asked."Nope. Sometimes it's worse," he grinned. "Don't worry, we'll soon be in Wellington Harbour. It's much calmer. Priti: tere dost ka lund mast hai. Mazza ayega chudwane mein aur choosne mein iska lund. Me: haan haan le lena. Isliye toh isko yahan leke aaya hoon tere paas. Shower chalu tha. Priti apne knees pe baith gayi aur baari baari hum dono ke lund choos rahi thi. 5 sec mera choosti aur phir kawal ka.Kawal: aaaaahhhh aaahhh ooooooohhhhhh aur choos mera lund. Mast choosti hai saali randi. Priti hum dono ke balls bhi chaat rahi thi ek ek karke. 5 min lund chusai ke baad priti khadi ho gayi. Kawal apne. A little red envelope in the corner caught my eye and I clicked on it. Itopened up my private messaging center, to which I was surprised to findeven more responses, and several private messages.I was overwhelmed and didn't know where to start. I simply clicked on thefirst message and read it: "Like, seriously. That was my favorite postfucking EVER. Your body is so perfect! I can't wait to see your nextset!"I paused. Did he expect a response? I simply wrote back, "Thanks :)" Andhit send. I went. I had to be sexier than any of them. Girl after girl slutted themselves in front of the camera and toyed with The One. But I didn’t want to be like them. I found a sexy white bikini. It pushed my tits up even farther and the bottoms cut a quick line down to the top of my shaved pussy. I checked myself one last time in the mirror. My olive skin popped from the white bikini. I oiled up my long legs and around the curves of my breasts. My dark hair long and straight fell down over my breasts. My.