Priya’s eyes have rolled up into the head, and her excitement is visible with her moans.Her breasts are bouncing up and down with every thrust that ...ikas makes. Her mangalsutra bouncing with the boobs each time. All she can manage to say is “Aah….Aah…Aah…Aah…Aah…” on a loop matching her moans with Vikas’ thrusts. She is nearing her second orgasm of the day.She starts pressing her breasts with one hand to increase her pleasure and rubbing her pussy lips with the other. All the while moaning.. She returned her right hand to her breast and started rubbing it simultaneously with her left hand on hr inner thigh. Still giving me a clear view of her spread crotch, I positioned myself in the tree so my feet were on two branched and my back was against the trunk. I unbuttoned my camo pants and pulled my hardening cock out and started to stroke it while keeping my eyes fixed on Amber. As her hand got nearer and nearer to her pussy she would rub it slightly then return to her leg. I could. It was a woman's voice, with a heavy Eastern European accent. I turned and looked over my shoulder. The woman was dressed in a long, floral print skirt and a light blue shirt, about the color of an Apple Macintosh folder. The woman herself was rather striking. She was older, with dark hair and eyes. I thought she was in her mid-thirties. I wondered for a moment how she knew me. She even knew the proper pronunciation of my name, with the "ph" sounding like an "f". "I can see you need to talk,". The room looked and felt like a basement, and it was empty except for a table and many rings and ropes attached at various points in one of the walls. I couldn’t see exactly what was on the table, but it was laden with various objects and instruments that made my excitement grow. I noticed that my new Mistress had ditched the black clothes and was now wearing a black latex dominatrix outfit that I had once seen a woman wear in a porn movie. A chill shuddered down my spine.“Sluts like you need.