There were many pretty girls who arrived on the New York bus without luggage, down on their luck and usually pretty hungry. Pretty girls who left thei... small home towns with stars in their eyes and their brags of success still ringing in their ears... Pretty girls who came home eventually when all else failed, tired, hungry and broke. But still pretty... It was the desperate pretty girls who were easy prey for Paul J. Price. "Just long enough to get enough money to go home in style." That's how. One could have easily marked my hardon inside the sari. I went near him like a newly wed women. He then started playing a porn movie in his laptop that showed a girl being raped by a man. I could not resist myself and groped his dick. And then came another blow on my face and he said “Bola than na bina permission ke haath nai lagana”.From here on I will share it in hindi.Woh pehle mere gale pe kutta bandhne wala pata pehnaye. Fir mere haath piche ke taraf se baandh diye. Uske baad who mujhe bed. I reach down, my cock hard as nails and dripping pre-cum, I rub it over her still quivering hole. Sucking an entire breast into my mouth, I thrust in. Hot. Wet. Accepting. She fits me like a sheath to a sword. Tight but smooth, she’s well lubricated. There is no pretense in her now. She’s as hungry as I for the a****listic release we both desire. Slow and deep I push all of me that I can fit into her tight pussy. I bump up against her cervix and she bucks back into me. Meeting each. I moaned as I stretched to accommodate his girth. We lay on our backs as the boys fucked us. I watched as Tim's cock disappeared into my sister's wet cunt, and she got a good view of James fucking my wet hole. Our eyes met and we began kissing. I could hear one of the guys say something like "Holy shit" as we made out with them fucking us. James was pushing deep inside me on every stroke, his abdomen slapping against my clit driving me wild. I reached down and rubbed Anna's clit as Tim fucked.