She slammed the lid closed and made her way downstairs.As she closed the front door and turned towards the road the phone rang, much to her annoyance....Lauren madly scrambled to let herself back into the house, dropping her suitcase in the hallway as she ran into the lounge.“Hello?”It was AnneMarie, who still sounded a little disappointed to speak to Lauren. As they exchanged news, it became clear to Lauren that it was really her father that AnneMarie wanted to speak to, and not herself.“He’s. Aunty responded well. Praveen moved his hands onto her ass.He was squeezing it like orange to remove juice out of it.She was still in her petticoat (langa, pavada). It was an orange petticoat, due to his pressing bit of it had got stuck between her ass crack. That’s a hot scene to look at cloth stuck between ass cracks.Praveen went down and started to kiss her navel. He was even pressing her hips while licking her navel. Kavi was enjoying every bit of his touch and kiss. Just like a porn star,. I looked back at the disgraced, abused, humiliated, and sobbing anal slut as she continued to get ass fucked by the relentless fucking machine, which had remained on the highest frequency setting. She gave me possibly the saddest look I had ever seen and I felt genuinely sorry for her for being left at the mercy of two very resentful female rivals.Later that night, I decided to end her peer driven punishment early. She threw her hands around my neck, hugged, and thanked me for letting her out. So one can judge me and some shall and call me a slut . who cares I call myself Zoë the cum slut , I know who I am and what I do am I ashamed , Hell no I enjoy every bit of it live life and enjoy it, we are not here for that long in the true sense of the life , so be yourself and get on with life , yes it can be scary sometimes but that is life .“ZOË’S DAILY ROUTINE”.So what do I do every morning , well I get a shower , check if I need to shave my body ( don’t.