Tan skin. And long, flowing black hair, Saira was a sight to be seen even without her make up. A girl who you could really say looks better without it... and be telling the truth. Her mother had been of Indian descent, and myself being of a biracial one meant she gained the attributes of many of races. Her eyebrows, which she didn't bother to remove much from as many girls would do, were thick yet shaped. The Indian showed through the most. But, as I looked I couldn't help but let my eyes linger. I can hear his smile when he begins, “I like the way you think. First of all. I’d love to cradle your head between my hands, lean in and kiss you teasingly slow at first. I want to taste those sweet lips of yours on mine. You always taste like cherries. I like that,” his voice drifting. My eyes closed, thinking of the way he describes what he’ll do to me. I’m in just a tank top and panties; under my covers I let my hands wander over my body. I caress my breasts, thinking of them as Nicolas’. “Next, give a loving cheer to the amazing Mina,” the girl walked on stage, her cock tucked back into her straining bikini, the crowd went wild as she walked next to Paola. The girls didn’t even exchange a word but it was clear the real competition here was between these two, the rest was nothing but background noise.“Elisa!” Tara yelled, the brunette went onstage, her boobs straining her bikini to its very limit. Everyone could see her nipples nearly piercing the cloth. Both Paola’s and Mina’s. " It's okay," said Cristina."Sure," said Katie with a smile. "You just want to play." Always," I confirmed.We headed to the bedroom.Katie undressed eagerly. It was the best description of her demeanor. I could tell she was completely into going first."Are you going to get undressed?" Katie asked."I want to admire your sexy body first," I said.Katie smiled warmly. I knew she'd appreciate the statement, but it wasn't like it was just words. She was a sexy girl. However I had a secondary reason.