No matter what clothing she wore, you always managed to be able to see her underwear. Her shirt would either be made of a material that was practicall... see-through or was tight enough fitting to see the outline of her bra. When she wore leggings, which she often did, you could see the outline of her panties over her cute little bum. Marisa was next. She was easily the smallest out of the girls with black hair similar to Karen's.Marisa's tits were not quite as big to be considered B-cup, but not. When we went for drive there wereno bad intentions at all, but as she hugged me on highway, I started to feel something, Iwas getting hard on. We continued our ride for almost 30 kms and decided tohead the way back. When I started back, she suddenly hugged me tight and justasked whether she can come up to my room for some time. I used to stay alone inmy 1 bhk in posh locality. I readily accepted. We went to my room and then shecame to know that her salwar got dirt. Thanks to “clean” Indian. Toolow, he thought, and groped his mouth until he felt the cock head pressing againsthis lips. He parted them and the man slid his cock in. "Watch the teeth - or thepaddle will be making a comeback", said the man. Once again the younger man's mouthwas filled with this super hard eight incher; he realized the man must have put ona condom because the cock wasn't as smooth as the night before and there was a slightrubbery taste. The younger man's head bobbed rhythmically as he sought to. Smiling up at him, she swirled a finger around in the wetness of her cunt and left him open-mouthed as she withdrew it quickly and cleansed it with her full, pouting lips.She hit the motorway then and opened the powerful bike up, it jerked in response, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm as the needle sped right up past the one hundred miles per hour mark. At a hundred and forty-five, she climaxed, and a smile of deep satisfaction spread over her face as she headed at a somewhat more.