Both of us stood up. We exchanged the rings and garland. People in room clapped and cheered. rosy did a little trick . She gave a small box to san and...said something in his ear. He smiled and opened the box. Then he put his right finger and thumb in it. Before I knew, his other hand was sliding my tikka. He put sindoor in my hair in between my forehead ( a traditional Indian way ). Girls standing next pinched me . I touched his feet and he helped in to stand again. People clapped again. This is the story of Dorita. Dorita was a dark skinned Brazilian, maybe 35. She looked African American, till she spoke. And she could actually speak English. Most of these girls could barely grunt out enough to get through a basic transaction. Dorita spoke well enough to get my jokes, and even be funny herself. She'd sing to me. That's how we first hit it off. Damn near turned the place into a karaoke bar a few times. I had seen her in there many times, tipped her a dollar here and there. But what really got my blood rising (as well as something else) was the way she was dressed. It was summer, and she had on these really tight denim shorts covering a cute little ass; from which extended two of the best looking legs that I’d seen in a long time. Her breasts were actually quite small, but the tight, ribbed tank top that she was wearing, sans bra, accentuated their firm conical shape and puffy areola.“Um, no, I don’t,” I finally got out, once I could pull my eyes away. The smile. She started to suck and slurp the entire length of my cock as fast as she could. I then started to shoot my load in her mouth. I shot so hard and so much she started to choke on cum and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her dry heaving for a few minuets in the bathroom. She came out and told her I was sorry and I would make it up to her. She said it was okay, just it was so much and went so far down her throat. I then had her lay on her back so I could suck on her pussy. I got down between her.