‘Here,’ I whispered nearly losing my voice, ‘Into the stall.’ I closed and latched the door pulling her hastily to mo. Our mouths met in frenz...ed passion. Moans erupted from throats. Frantically she pulled at my pants. I slid her dress high on her hips, pulling at the tiny panties. The strength of the fabric failed against the passion of the moment as I tore the panties from her body, stuffing them into my jacket pocket. I could feel her weight against me as she wrapped her legs around me. A. My cock which was already fully erect was now trying to stretch even more. Seeing the bulge in my pants Divya said, Please let you little friend out and let him breath dear.I removed my pants and now i was only in my jockeys and similarly Divya was in her bra and panty. I went near her and hugged her. My skin touched hers and i just wanted this moment to last. As i was touching her naked back i got a high. The touch was so soft.I could not wait any longer. I removed the hook of her bra from. Pierre let out a fierce moan, at the taboo that was happening on his dick as she sucked his kaffir cock. To make it even hotter, he started to kiss his cross as she sucked. The sounds she was making while sucking him were incredible. In all of our years of devout Muslim marriage, I never seen her so into it. Pierre then lifted her up and threw her onto the bed facing him where he was still standing. He then moved her over towards me. "Take it all off except her veil, cuck." Pierre ordered me.. And Stephanie’s mind went blank, proper line of thought swept away like driftwood in the surf and spray of a surging wave of attraction. His eyes, a mottled green, seemed to smolder, and she felt a lifetime of her hasty preconceptions about the silliness of sappy romances melt away beneath the heat of his gaze. There was a deep, haunting beauty about his gaze, a hidden pain etched within that captivated her completely. Oh whoa. Oh no. Distracting pink bursts of sparks seemed to be colliding in.