I wasn’t sure if it was because of the whiskey or just like that.But I watched as her tongue wetted against Sheetal in passion. They stood up and Na...na was pressing Sheetal’s boobs hard. Sheetal was moaning as the kept on smooching. Sheetal’s eyes met mine and she gave a grin as Naina was kissing her neck. I knew that meant something.In a swift move, Sheetal slowly turned Naina towards me. Our eyes met. And her towel dropped from the back. It was Sheetal. The girl surely knows how to spice. "So you like black cock whore?" I asked It took her a few seconds, "Yes my love" she began "Your fuckin' whore likes fuckin' black cock" she added "Your fuckin' whore likes the taste of a fuckin' black cock and likes a fuckin' black cock fuckin' my fuckin' white cunt" she then said and I again resumed whipping her back. I loved hearing her talk so dirty and it made me whip her back even harder knowing my whore could love black cocks. After several more minutes and a good deal of lashes across. “This is not the way it works. I want mine too!” She sat up and pushed him roughly to the floor. Then she bent down and started to lick his young cock up and down, swallowing the cum. With this new sensation, the cock did not soften at all. Instead, it seemed to grow in size. She put her mouth over the head of the cock hesitantly, as this was completely new for her: so vulgar, so incredibly hot. Then, as she swirled her tongue around his cock head, she started gaining confidence and soon her. Macho. But you promise me one thing, ok? –- Tell me.-- You will take care of yourself, will you? –- I will. –We kissed, a long, passionate kiss. Even if no one of us wanted to admit it, we were scared. I was everytime I left her, and she was everytime she couldn’t keep me in view. Yet we didn’t want to look weak to each other, that was the silent deal: no whiny romanticism.- See you later, then. –- See you.-Chapter 1: A trip to the unknownOn our way to the caravan, I threw a look at my back, to.