I began to quiver and I came. He pushed something cold into my pussy, he began to move it faster and harder as well as deeper into my open wide little...hole. Champagne foamed and spewed deep inside my cunt. He had a small bottle of champagne that we had in the fridge and he was fucking me with it. My pussy was full of the entire small bottle, he poured the rest all over my tits, and kissed me on the mouth I told him it was running out of my pussy. He went down between my legs and I felt his. “So what are you doing here Demi?” I smiled.“Fine here.” Demi grinned and pulled a letter out of her purse grinning from ear to ear as she began to kick her legs.“You got in.” I smiled looking at the letter as I pulled it out of the envelope. “That is great Demi.” “That is kind of why I am here.” Demi said as she bit her as lip and leaned forward showing her cleavage as Demi looked up at me. “You know it is right down the road from here.” Demi smiled.“You want to move in here.” I sighed. I. She eagerly placed her hands upon her master’s hips, and in earnest, began to help him violate her warm, moist, mouth. Almost as soon as it started she felt her master vacate her mouth, taking position between her breasts. She knew this was what she wanted when she began, but now part of her felt unsatisfied, displeased to no longer have him thrusting vigorously into her willing mouth. She smiled at her master, tacitly thanking him for invading her mouth so forcibly. A smile she hoped would. I grew up in a very stricken Muslim society in arab. I was not allowed to show my face and even skin. I used to wear abaya, hijab, gloves and cover myself from top to bottom like most arab girls in saudi arab. I was taught by my mother and elders not to look at men and stay away from them. So I was following that way and religious Islamic law. In my teenage. I had feelings to speak and look at men and started to like men. I had interest to listen stories from other women while talking about.