I teased her for a minute by nipping at her thighs and the top of her pubes. She moaned loudly as I finally made my way down to her vagina lips, parti...g them with my tongue. On screen you could see the back of my head moving between her legs. Angela moaned in pleasure, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. "Oh yeah baby, "she cooed, "you make me so wet." Damn," James said from the couch, "this is making me hot as hell." As if the bulge in his pants didn't make that obvious. He pressed. But the problem was it was working. She had smashed her hot, busty body up against me, was licking my lips with her sweet tongue, and rubbing the length of my cock with her hand. My dick was hardening, my mouth was watering, and my knees started trembling. And some small rational part of me wanted to stop her, to call her out on what she was doing and to stick to the plan. But do you have any idea how hard it is to tell your hot big-boobed nymphomaniac porn-star girlfriend to stop making out. In videos, George enjoyed very much seeing a girl’s fine hand press against the crotch of her partner’s panties, making a patch of damp appear. But the sight of an boy’s erection being caressed through the nubby white cloth was new and fascinating. Was it the jet lag? It could mess with one’s mind, George thought. Or the prospect of being without his girlfriend Jennifer for two months? Or the wine? Or did he just feel somehow liberated by being in a new place? Something was making him feel. He then disconnected the phone, and beckoned me over with his finger. I walked towards him, as if in a trance. He asked me to sit down on the chair and I did. He asked me to open my legs wide apart and I did, hoping he would fuck me. But instead he took my right hand, put my fingers in my pussy and said – do this.” “Weird. And then?” I asked. “And then,” Shilpa said, “he walked out of the studio, just like that. Naked, his huge cock still fully erect. I sat there, fingering myself like he had.