I didn’t say anything about it, I just kinda brushed it off as nothing. When I checked my phone just for a few seconds, drunk Matt asked, “Is that...Alyssa? Tell her to come over!” I kinda got nervous for a second and said, “Nah I thought I got a text but it wasn’t anything.” Then he ended up telling me, “You’re lucky you get to hit that anytime you want, dude. I’d be in it every day if I could!” Typically, this would be an awkward situation for me, but with the drinks flowing, I went along with. Her fingers were literally digging into me and she was tongue kissing me. She was even more aggressive than usual – racing to get my penis up and over my shorts – grasping the shaft with her hand with a bit of a jerking motion. I got hard almost immediately. She hiked up her skirt and inserted myself into her vagina without even bothering to take her panties off. She felt the fullness of it inside and then quickly went back to kissing me and holding me by my shoulders as she started to quickly. . Stop it" I said once more, but I was cut short by his huge member slamming into my lips and pushing past, deep into my throat. I gagged and struggled against him to no avail. His powerful arms held me fast as he began to push deep in, then pull out. Deep in, then out. Despite my noncompliance with this, I could feel a throbbing beginning in my nether regions and my nipples were hard to the touch. After what felt like an eternity his cock finally throbbed its last, spurting thick ropes of cum. I took my wife’s room access card and another access card of Mangala’s room and moved over. When I stepped into the room, it was lit only with candlelight. I heard Mangala’s voice from the balcony that I should take her mother’s mobile to return it to her.When I came back after returning the mobile, Mangala was still in the balcony watching the Eiffel tower. It was standing tall and lighted. It was the month of May. I moved to the balcony. I could see that a couple of guys were staring at her.