Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no ...nternet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I. She picked the call n just said ‘my brother is here, I’ll call you back’. I got her call in 30 mins.. Her voice was so nice. Initially, we talked in English but later in Kannada… We talked for almost an hour like good old friends.These normal chats and calls went on for a month by the time we became close friends. One day at 12am I got a msg from, I was so excited and started chatting.Shreya: heyMe: helloShreya: what you doingMe: watching tvShreya:I’m watching too, tell me which channelMe: mtv. Every gentle lick of my pussy, every stroke of his throbbing prick, had a special warmth to it. Lapping up my pussy juices from my gushing slit, made Dean moan. He had missed the taste of a woman and as he smelled my aroma, he quenched his thirst by drinking every bit of my outpouring. My body shuddered as I had orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession. I screamed out as my cum kept shooting into his hungry mouth. My wet tongue massaged his balls; they were ripe for its touch. “Oh honey.. ” I didn’t need to be told twice. I briefly removed my hands from their position in order to pull up her dress. As I moved back to her pussy, I felt a pair of warm and fully drenched panties. She started to moan as I rubbed them, and I quickly slid them aside to gain full access. Without a moment’s pause, I slid my fingers into her. Luckily, nobody standing around noticed the full extent of what we were doing; it just looked like some intense grinding. It seemed like hours that we danced there,.