They devoured me every time I entered with her eyes, undressing me with open gazes. At just 18 years old, Ginger was beautiful, slim, petite, red-hair...d, with blue eyes, and short hair. I really enjoyed watching them, going back and forth to the changing rooms where I would force myself into a slow private striptease for them. They couldn't touch me and they were very desperate to do so, but at the last moment they always took a step back. For Ginger and the other young woman it was like a long. She was so high as she drank vodka shots. She asked to relax and to which I ordered her orange juice and I went out to find a stick. I found a sleek wooden branch around half the size of my arm. The waiter was laughing and said “Saab first night hai kya ( is it your first night?) and winked at me with a wicked smile” I said yes, took the juice and left to avoid the weird conversation. I asked him to see nobody comes this way. I gave him tip.My paddu was in her birth suit waiting for me. She. After what seemed like an eternity that was probably closer to a minute she gave a small nod. I pulled out, and pushed back inside.“Oh god!” she said, in a muffled moan, surely loud enough to hear in the next room. “Oh yessssssssssssssssss.” I pulled out, then slowly pushed back inside.I felt my mound press tightly against hers, as the base of my cock was finally against her clit. I pushed a bit more, and her eyes had a sense of wonder as she could feel me grinding against her clit.“Pete, you. "Ahhh! Yes! That's what I needed. Lips and tongue. Nice and firm. Don't rush it. Good girl. What did you say your name was? Shit, I forgot. Jane? No. Something like that."She couldn't answer the question, as her mouth was stuffed full of cock and his grip on her hair held her there, but she managed to make a negative "mm-mmh" noise and shake her head slightly."Jan? Julie? Jen?" Mmmmm!" As he finally got her name right, she rewarded him with a strong high-pitched hum vibrating through his cock.