As she moaned out loud she squirted a little on to me.“Oh god, I’m so sorry, sir!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never done that before!”“Fucking...lick it off my face!” I shouted and she immediately obeyed.I then pinned her down and climbed on top of her. My dick slid straight into her slippery pussy and we were both shouting out in intense pleasure. My hand was on her throat and her big tits were bouncing around in all directions as I pounded into her. To get a better rhythm my hands went below her and. All edges were trimmed with silk tape in a two-shades-darker blue. She had searched the shops to find a suitable lingerie set and had settled on matching the colour of the beading tape. Her bra was more aesthetic than functional: she didn't need the support. It and her high-cut panties were a delicate semi-transparent lace.She tidied her hair as best she could – her frizzy blonde curls were uncontrollable at the best of times – fixed her makeup then slipped into her 3" shoes and went down to. But this time since I know she took it in the ass already I start fingering her ass slowly getting two fingers into it and rubbing my dick as i fuck her. She's loving it. I tell her I want to fuck her in the ass. She says "YES! but go slow" I tell her to beg for it. "Please oh please put it in my ass" she says. "Tell him that you want me to put it in your ass" I replied. He left the room at some point again so she yell "Baby I want him to fuck me in my ass so badly". I grabbed the lube put. This was a backstreet club for backstreet people and Vishal looked warily around the room peering into the dark dingy recesses. Every few seconds a face peered out from the gloom, usually the face of a rough and hard drinking man who obviously made his living using his big hands and muscles. Whether that work was likely to be considered legal or industrious Vishal felt could leave room for doubt.Maybe we are out of our depth here,” suggested Amrita.We’ll have a drink and see how it goes…but you.