I caught the train from Brussels to Lille and she and her boyfriend picked me up at the station. She was a short, curvy blonde, with equally large bre...sts and ass. She loved wearing sexy outfits which showed them off. This evening she was wearing a tight grey dress with black tights, black ballet flat shoes and a black leather jacket. Her beautiful blonde hair hung straight and almost reached her curvy hips. Her boyfriend was around my height, a French former rugby player who was now a. Erik had made up his mind and was determined that he was going to have me. A smile started to spread across his face as he reached across the table and snatched up the magazine. With his other hand he leaned over, grabbed my wrist and, rising from his chair, said, "Come with me."I was unsure of Erik's intentions and fear started to gnaw at the pit of my stomach as he pulled me into our bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed, released my hand and, holding the magazine up in front of our bed,. Suddenly, Shreya stood up, made me sit on the bed and started removing my shirt. I resisted a bit but deep down, I wanted it. Then, my bestie slowly started kissing me and rubbing my bareback and whispered in my ears, “kiss me back”. That was all I needed to hear and I started kissing her back and chewing her lips like hell.Suddenly her mom tapped on the door asking us to come for dinner. We stopped what we were doing in fear of getting caught. Then we dressed up and went for lunch. We both. The driver stood behind me and pulled out a huge black cock; my summer dress was up around my waist and my tiny thong still pulled aside, showing my wet dripping pussy.I realized that I was truly out of control tonight. Then I begged the driver to take my thong off; it was very wet and getting a bit uncomfortable between my swollen pussy lips.The black guy wasted no time and he reached his hands to my hip.He slowly slid his fingers and pulled down my thong.Watching at my exposed swollen cunt.