People around us would have surely thought that I was dating a hot bhabhi. She began to praise me at the coffee shop. She pointed out that I must wear...skin-fit shirts to attract more girly eyes. She asked me if I have an affair and even asked me if I had ever get laid, but in a twisted way. We spent almost an hour at the coffee shop. I was dying to see Ranjana and this hot woman teasing me and showing me her assets in high definition. This made me confused. I was thinking whether I have to try. , faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.Fart in his faggot face.Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use. “ Dixie , oh God Dixie,” he sighed as he slowly slid inside. He looked deep into my eyes as he filled me. My breath hitched as he slowly filled my depth, stretching my pussy. I locked my legs around his ass, raising my hips to meet his. I whimpered as I felt his sac kiss my ass. I squeezed my pussy walls around his buried cock and was rewarded with a groan, “Fuck Dixie, you’re gonna kill me baby.” I released my legs and lowered one and hooked it around one of his knees. I placed my hands on his. She wrote she had a booked a room in that hotel and that we were welcome to see her.Kim put on het black silk skirt, and white blouse, making sure her cleavage was OK and we sat ourselves at the bar.It didn't take long till the lady emerged from the elevator, this time dressed in a burgundy dress which left her breasts for the upper part visible. This time she didn't take her previous stool next to Kim, but she snugged just beside me, shoving her dress just above her knees.She greeted us with.