We had become like buddies, playing with each other, joking with each other and talking about anything under the sun – cricket, politics, work, fami...y, friends, BF/GF and sex. Yes sex. In my profession we do come across sexual painting, murals, sculptures in temples and other monuments and same happened in this trip also.It had been nearly two weeks and I was on the verge of completing my assignment. I had also booked my return tickets to Delhi for the coming Sunday. Only one temple had been. I began to rock my hips, impaling myself on his amazing cock and bitingmy own, tattoo covered arm to keep from making those little sex kittennoises that I always uncontrollable made when he fucks me like this. Hesometimes teases me about it later, but it wasn't something I did onpurpose. This body is very hard to control sometimes, and gets veryvocal during sex. When he began to gently play with the tiny, silverhoop that pierces my super sensitive clit, I could no longer help itand cried out. “Yeah, that could be a wrap,” Dylan muttered, but he was lying on me and I could feel his prick stiffening while he considered the question of “Are we done?” My dick was floppy and still wet with my cum and Dyl’s saliva, but I knew how it would answer, too, and it’s response would be something like, “Hell no, I’m not finished.” “Can you do more?” Scott asked. “I mean, should I keep filming?” “Go right ahead,” Dylan smiled at me, slyly, as I moved out from under him and sucked on one of his. “Noah was fine with the six months originally offered, because that would coincide with his leaving the Marines. If I accept Duncan’s offer that means we make a commitment to Austin and Noah would have to start looking for a job here instead of Tulsa.”“That’s tough considering you guys have pretty much decided on Tulsa. But it’s a guaranteed job for the next two years – a job you love doing, and he doesn’t have a job yet.”“True, but we don’t need the money, and if we were both out of work for a.