.bad me GAS band karke usko mene meri god me utha k sidha Room me leke aa gaya aur use hath bhi saf karne nahi diya …..q ki us din wo gujarati style...SARI me itni sexy lag rahi thi ki mere se raha nahi gaya.Uske bad me use kiss karne laga aur sath me meuske blouse pe hath ferne laga…..dhire dhire karke mene uske blouse ke sare button khol diya , lakin mene jab button khola tab muje pata chala ki usne wahi bra …panty pehni li thi jab wo khana banane ko aai tab….bad me mene uski sari bhi nikal di. The rain and the lights in the night made it all a bit surreal."Do you mind if I smoke?" Oh, no, ma'am." I could see white teeth flashing in the rearview mirror. "You just make yourself comfortable and unwind after that nasty flight."Which I did, especially after he pointed out that there was a very small but adequately stocked liquor cabinet complete with ice bucket. The Towne Car may not have been a limousine, but I was not about to complain.With the weather and traffic, we made good time -. The husband sank his shaft balls-deep into the ravenous, spasming, cum-guzzling cunt before him and held himself there as his cock swelled to its fullest, foreshadowing its imminent torrent to feed her voracious appetite. A loud moan erupted from her throat as her gluttonous, grasping pussy lips shamelessly gorged themselves on her husband's lusty emissions. He rocked back and forth, letting her swollen slit tighten around his shaft and milk him dry for her insatiable sexual gratification.. There was silence, thinking Shruti may back out. In the past, if someone had asked her to do this, Shruti would have walked out of the room. But now she had some newfound courage. She got up and stripped. Shikha complimented her body.She quickly opened the door and walked outside naked. She was lucky the camera didn’t face this door. It was late so the corridor was empty. She walked a little and even twerked. The girls were counting down. Finally, when the time was up she came back to the room.