Her legs shot up straight and she jerked suddenly. She felt flush in the face again and then she could feel the hand holding her fold getting wet.When...she regained her composure, she backed away quietly and out to the kitchen. She looked at her hand and down at her groin. It didn't smell like pee, it smelled sweet not sour. Her knees were still weak as she wiped her hand. Her head was swimming and she kept seeing that image in her head. She could still hear them in the bedroom getting louder. Kamari feels the blood pumping through her veins. She feels it pumping through the master’s. It moves past her lips, against her tongue to mingle throughout her body with her own. Her hands grip the master’s hips, stroking the flesh there. Then she takes her the rest of the way in and pauses.The master’s hips thrust slightly and Kamari digs her fingernails into the flesh, holding her to her master and her master to her. She pulls back until her cock falls out with a wet plop. Drool drips down. Sangeeta passed a comment wow you are beautiful, I received the complement with smile. Like all other collages in India in my collage also there was a ragging problem, around 10 PM at the night, my senior girls came to my room, there are six girls in that batch, they closed the doors. First they caught the other new girl, who stays in my room and asked about her personal things, and asked to sing, dance etc, after Sangeeta introduced me to the girls. One of the girls asked about my bra size, I. She began to feel her own arousal at the violence of my actions, as I was physically dominating her as my cock sawed in and out of her asshole. And I was spurred on even further as Marissa's moans echoed through the grotto walls while I drilled her over and over and over again.She was quickly approaching a climax. I could always tell when her body started jerking in odd directions and in an odd rhythm. And Kaia chose this moment to slip underneath one of Marissa's outstretched arms, and very.