I felt very loved by her. It was like initial day of my marriage. Radika then slowly moved her left land on my dick over the shorts and started playin... with her. It had become very common by now to have her touch felt on my penis. It was like love birds making out on a regular manner. I held her tight and pulled much closer and she continued to hold and press the penis in a very casual way. I pulled my right hand off her waist and slid over her shoulder into her kameez..I tried holding the. .Its not long before my pleasure is interrupted by 2 hands on my hips pulling me up and round onto my knees, still with a hard cock in my mouth, my legs are forced open, and again 2 fingers are inserted deep in my hole, this time more forcefully, making my gasp as he adds another finger, stretching my tight hole, each gasp is met with the cock in my mouth being forced deep into the back of my throat. Gagging hard as he hits the back of my throat again, I pull my head up, look into the face of. My bladder was full to the point of burstingfor some time now, and, constrained by the corset, is no longer able tohold it in - now, walking on the street, I feel it releaseinvoluntarily, sending warm streams cascading down my legs, causingtaunting cheers and laughter all around me, which I was barely hearingin a foggy state of mind I was fucked into. There were some stops, moretaunting, pictures and posing, though no one touched my filthy selfanymore, but none of it really registered with me.. He was big, strong, hairy as hell, and not half bad looking if you liked bear types. He could defuse about any physical confrontation with a tilt of his head and a glare from his eyes. He was masculinity defined. She, on the other hand, was soft, cute, smooth head to toe, not half bad looking if you liked Japanese gothic l****a types. She could defuse about any physical confrontation with a tilt of her head and a quirked lip and soft smile from her lips. She was femininity defined. But he… he.