It was an optional holiday she told her mom that she had half working day at office & I picked her on the way came to the off it is a 2/ bedroom flat ... her boss was bombay based she would have the key & manage the off , belive me I was very scared and so was she because I had a good impresssion in the family I always maintain myself by not doing any cheep things I don’t smoke or drink (shareef). She was always beautiful & today she wore a saree she is not married, she is very slim with firm. . Inside her ass… Boah I do not know what was going on in my head at that moment, but it made my legs get soft. I watched as she let herself fall on this cock always and always in lust... I was so horny. I wanted her to ride me like that too. And we changed. Again, this hole was not overstretched or anything, but it just felt different than before. But still horny. Michael stood in front of us and jerked his cock with one hand and with the other hand he stroked her clit. And then came the next. Nothing looks stupid on a man of six and half feet who weighs nearly three hundred pounds. Particularly not when he’s glaring at you, he could have dyed his hair pink and worn a pink polka dot sundress and I still would have kept a straight face. ‘Sup man?’ I ask trying to keep my voice steady. My body already flushing with that intoxicating rush of chemicals needed to burst into action be it flight or fight. He doesn’t respond, just takes another step toward me letting me get a better look at. Suck it. You can do better than that, slut. Oh fuck!"She surprised me, grabbing my balls gently but with a guidance that pulled my cock deeper into her mouth. I could see her gag. "Swallow, bitch, and don't throw up on me." Grabbing her thick hair, I pushed between swallows, forcing my glans into her throat. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, but somehow proud. I thrust into her gullet three times before letting up. It got me close. "Good slut," I praised her softly. "Now grab my shaft..