The drinks are flowing but that's not what they came for, they're just the beginning of one hell of a night.She takes to the floor, experienced enough...to not to wait for a hush that refuses to come, the best recognition is knowing you can’t hear your own moans above the sexual noise pollution you create. Smiling, she drops to her knees. No leisurely foreplay, not to say she won’t be a tease. There is no name we can attach to her. She is most willingly objectifiable.Experienced and most clearly. I sat on my sore bottom and wedgied thong panty as the guys began stripping.I scrambled to my knees because I knew what my role was. As the first guy stepped up to feed me his cock, Garima declared her instructions.“Okay toothless slut, get those surviving chompers on some cock and show us all why you were born!” Garima smiled.The guy slid his cock into my mouth, and I started sucking his cock with passion. He started pumping his hips as he held my head. His huge Indian cock slammed my throat. I held her tightly and kissed on her neck.Then I made her stand and turned her towards me. She was not saying a word and had closed her eyes. Then I gently put my lips on her lips and started kissing her. She then she put her hands around my shoulder and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. I held her as tightly as I could. My heart was beating fast and so was her’s. I could feel her heart beat. Then we started smooching each other deeply. I pulled down the zip behind her kameez and started. Magical! Isn’t it? So, now it’d been more than a month since we began talking. I’d asked her many times to meet me in person but she would always hesitate. I think by now she had built enough trust on me and she was ready to go out with me. So, that night as we were chatting she told that she wanted to meet me tomorrow. I was taken aback. I wasn’t ready to meet her at such a short notice. But still I went ahead and said to myself, “Let us see how it goes”.And we kept on chatting and she told me.