Next to slip on was the crotchless thong, and as I adjusted the thong around my pouty lips, thinking about what I was about to show the photographer, ... was surprised to find I was becoming wet with arousal. I stepped out of the dressing room to stunned silence, and as the photographer recovered somewhat, he told me how beautiful and utterly sexy I was in the negligee. I told him to just wait a few minutes and he would see how sexy I am without it. As the shoot went on, with me posing in. “Simka! Simka!” a voice called her, interrupting the moment.She wanted to go, but Brijeet’s dick was deep inside her and hot in action. The more she resisted harder, he pressed her against the wall.“Simka! Where are you?” this time, the voice got louder. So somehow she managed to escape her husband’s grip and pulling down her sari, she ran away. I, too, was going to walk away, but then I saw something very unusual. Brijeet was still hard, so he decided to relieve himself by stroking his. The more he pushed in the more I screamed but my voice was just inside me, my screaming and wiggling didn’t stop him but on the contrary he pushed more and kept telling hold on you will be in moments be officially my women whore. I felt like my asshole muscles are getting ripped apart. He continued pushing in more and more and I kept screaming more and more. Till i felt him deep inside me pushing against my stomach walls. At this point he started to move his cock inside all around till he found. His lips came to hers for a gentle kiss. When she opened her mouth, his tongue found hers.A moan escaped Jenny's lips as the kiss quickly grew passionate.Soon, Bob's hand was searching for Jenny's breast. He moaned as his fingers probed under the top of the bathing suit until he could cup her bare breast in his palm.Jenny pulled away and saw a surprised look on Bob's face. She gently pecked his lips before she stood up. Her heart was thumping in her chest as she began to untie the scarf around.