America was a new beginning, or so I hoped.A week later, I arrived in LA exhausted and broke. The production company I had signed with were a hardcore...outfit called Sweet Dreams, run by a guy called Daniel Parker, and they had forwarded Matthias the address of my first shoot, and the name of a hotel they had booked me into. I took a cab from LAX, and, an hour later, found myself on the kerb outside a ramshackle building in a rough part of the city. A faded sign on the weather-worn brickwork. She expected me to run to her at once. Although my Hindi was bad I used to understand her orders and reply in English.Once we were playing hide and seek. She was ill and was not playing. She was lying on the bed and her mother was cooking. In an effort to hide myself, I slid under the cot she was sleeping. The cot was made of wood and rope and her body was visible from below. She was wearing a skirt and it was astray. Her thighs and panty were visible. Although nervous, I decided to stay there. She was moaning slowly and her breathing was heavy. She was caressing my hair, so as to encourage me to eat her more. She was whispering no one did so beautifully than you do. I licked her clit, smooched it.I gave her few bites on her clit, chewed her pussy. I kept on eating her pussy. I parted her pussy lips to see the beautiful pink cunt, I licked it so well from inside to outside. Her moaning increased and she began groaning, hissing and writhing like a snake.She parted away and took out her. We got totally into swordfighting and frottage; I’d never realized how big of a turn-on they could be, but now it drove me wild to rub my dick against Chad’s.We also went back to doing sixty-nines, which were just as sexy as I’d remembered them. I especially loved lying on my back while Chad crouched over me, so his hard cock hung right above my face. We also tried other positions in more detail, like Adam’s ecstasy, teabagging, and the dirty trombone.That last position was the hottest of.