She fell back onto the bed, her hips grinding into her fingers, her feet on the bedrail supporting her body weight. Manjula arched her back high, cupp...ng her crotch with both hands, and then she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply. Still groggy, she became aware of the sweat dripping from her forehead, from her armpits, from between her breasts and stomach. More visions of Bhoomika ran through her mind like some kind of private slide-show. Manjula finally released her grip on her. Do I look at her neck? No, that neck looked so long and pale and clean that I felt like ... biting it. Do I look at her breasts? No, totally bad idea, hers appeared to be about 2 cup size larger than mine - I mean my breasts in demon form, of course. I couldn't look sideways, because I didn't want to show weakness in front of her, so I decided to fix my eyes on hers. At least she didn't have that one thousand years of torment in her eyes like Mother did.She stopped in front of me as her face. “Two things; ma’am,” he answered. (Ma’am, he said; I liked where this was going already.)“First of all, I haven’t had any sex in over four months,” he said, pausing.“And you want me to get you off, is that it?” I countered. “But why not just hire a hooker to fuck you?”“Well, it’s not just that, there’s something else I need,” he said quickly.I jumped to conclusions again. “”Holy shit! Look; if you want somebody to piss on you, you can find a hooker for that; I don’t do weird shit!” I said at. Her back arched “OOOOHHHH I’m CUMMMMING. Oh Alicia that’s so good. Get my pussy ready for AJ please. You like seeing my small titty bounce AJ? Oh God my pussy is so wet I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”This was unbelievable fucking hot. I placed my hands on Alicia’s hips and fucked her hard and fast. Amya laying on the couch watching me and rubbing her pussy as fast as I was fucking Alicia. I was about to cum and I was afraid on where I should come. “I’m going to come where should I do it?”.