Her arms squeezed me, holding me in a love embrace. Her hips humped up and down with my cock deep inside her. “Oh, oh, oh! I’m cumming, I’m cum...ing,” she panted. I held her even tighter as I squirted her full of my love potion. I kept her to me as we wound down. “I don’t want to ever let you go,” I whispered. “Don’t let me go. I feel safe in your arms. I love you,” she answered. Now you wouldn’t think that an old war horse, twenty six, like me would even consider consorting with a native girl,. I slowly knocked on his office door A stern many voice answered "Who is it?" "Clara Jones," I stuttered. "Ahh come in," he replied I entered his office to find him sitting at his desk. "Lock the door behind you miss Jones," Mr Simmons asked. So I did and took a seat in front of his desk. "What did you need me for?" I asked. Mr Simmons smiled while turning his computer screen towards me. There on the screen was cctv footage of my office and there was me having an orgasym with the fan five. Main chuttiyon main main apne ghar aaya tha kafi arse baad aur mere sath jo hua woh naahi maine kabhi socha tha aur naahi kabhi is ki kalpana ki thi.Main apne ghar pahuchne ke baad mere mummy aur papa se mila aur unke sath kuch waqt bitane ke baad apne kuch doston se contact kiya. Shyam ko mera ek mujhe call kiya aur mujhe india aane ka mubarakbad diya aur kaha “abey apne doston ko bhul gaya gandu, chal daru pite hai” maine bhi haan kardi kyuki woh mera india me bahut hee karib dost hai . Uska. Feeling how easy it would be, he took initiative plunging two fingers into her. She loved it!She loved it so much she didn't notice the car slow to a standstill. Not until she heard other men's voices did she understand what was going on.Apparently he just pulled up to a bus stop to give them a nice long look at her lips spreading, wet and juicy as she speeds her way to a climax on his two fingers, rooting around inside her."What the fuck? Holy shit!" She heard this from no less than three.