. dainty little things, slender legs, muscles that ripple and bunch as she moves, knees that knock only slightly with every step and skin... bronzed s...in, that gleams with a lustre stolen from the sun, glides over her body as it tries to contain all that she is in that instant. Midnight tresses, shimmering and silken, dance about her jaw as the wind picks it up and runs it through his teasing fingers, snatching it back from her brow one moment only to throw it forward the next, flicking it up. Moving the camera around I pan it over to a girl who is sitting in the corner of the caff eating slowly and see a small icon pop up. Taking another bit of my food I hit the button and see a new menu labeled stats. I see her age weight and cup size but my finger stops scrolling when I see there is a stat for blow job. Scrolling further I see there are sections for all sorts of sexual stats like time to orgasm, how loud she cries out, and how likely she is to cheat.My hand shaking a bit now I see. Mera cd player chalta raha . Mai gab naha kar bahar aaya to sangeeta mera cd player dekh kar apni choot mai oongli kar rahi thi. Sangeeta boli ki aap kichan mei meri help karwao, main kaha ki pahaley hum dono bilkul nangey hoker kichen me jyaige. Sangeeta ne apna gown utar diya aur meine bhi. Itney mei mene sangeeta ko apni baho me pakar liya, wo boli yyyyyyyyeh aap kaya kar r. Maine kha ki jo karna hai. Mare sar per to uski gaand ka bhoot sawar tha. Maine wahi kichen mei sangeeto ko goori bana. Then Chelsea fast forwards, the a scene where they are fucking, the guy has the brunette bent over a bathroom sink as he rails his cock into her pussy. She's moaning with pleasure. That was it, my cock was now hard as fucking rock and was starting to bulge in my pants. I adjust my sitting position trying to give my cock room. Chelsea looks over at me and smiles, I smile back. "That must feel really good." She said, "Yeah, sounds like she likes it." I said. Chelsea giggles. She starts fast.