My breasts bounced and heaved, my cock swinging before me, precum dribbling from the tip. My juices trickled down my thighs as I felt hundreds and hun...reds of eyes on us. Phones were out, taking pictures and recording videos of us going through our routines, cheering on the football team playing behind us.Our skirts flared up more and more. We were turning around, asses facing the crowd, and we improvised booty shakes and twerked, our pleated skirts flaring up to flash our naked asses at the. ”“Kya hua parvati, tum itni ghabrayi hui si kyun ho, sab theek toh hai na?”“Ab kya bataun Kavitha, na jaane is shruti ne phir kya kar diya hai.Police usey randigii ke jurm mein pakad ke le gayi hai. Mujhe abhi isiwaqt police station jaana hoga.”“Shruti beta yeh sab kya hai, kyun police tumhein yahan pakad ke layi hai. Kya randipan kiya tumne ??”“Mama(mom) woh kya hai na keh main road ek kinaare pe baith ke mootrahi thi, tabhi ek 14 saal ka bachcha aake mujhe aur meri choot koghoorne laga, maine. Yes I do.”“Didn’t know about the stockings. What do you imagine?”“Most of the time I imagine you smoking while masturbating or while you blow me.” She dropped down onto her knees and leaned towards my groin. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled my 7 inch member out.“You are bigger than Jack.” I watched closely, stunned, as she lifted the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with her teeth, bringing the flame up to the tip. Smoke filled the air. “So you imagined it like this?” . .. and then plunged forward again. Her nose flared and I could feel the tightening of suction around my cock as her throat worked, trying desperately to breathe around me.I kept her at this – varying the length of time between breath, noting how it drove her more and more wild, her thighs spreading, her hands pressing down to the bed, as if she was assuming a more and more animalistic position as I choked her, then let her breathe, then choked her. It was impossible to hold back. I thrust deep.