I noticed a chap about four places up from me who was wearing a salmon-pink frilled dress shirt and a large purple velvet bow tie. I supposed that it ...as fashionable a couple of years earlier, but I was glad that I had gone for the standard traditional white dress shirt when offered the choice by the assistant in Moss Bros. It had seemed a little extravagant to hire a shirt as well, but I had outgrown my old best white shirt, and was reluctant to invest in a new one until I was sure that I had. My dick started to become hard and erected. My friends started to tease me saying now go and fuck Ambika. I had shared how I fell in love with her and first fuck in my home to them. they were taking revenge on me as one of them was in truely loved Madhu. They had put a tablet in my tea to get me an erection. I could not control my erection. I went to Ambika’s house.I know her aunty will be there but I didn’t have another option. I had only her to fuck. I called out for Ambika in a low tone. We kissed as we matched thrusts. It wasn't long before that familiar feeling returned to my balls. It was then I realized we were unprotected. I continued to make love to Amanda, and she returned the passion to me. It was a perfect dance. As both of our passion built, our thrust became harder and even more intense. We were no longer kissing. I was braced on my arms above her body. Our stomachs slapped together as my cock sawed back and forth in her tight, wet pussy. “Don’t stop, Jeff, oh god. "Do it. Then get Yann to clean you up and bring me back a taste." Yes, Boss." He groaned. To my surprise, he began rubbing his dick against my ass frantically. "Oh! I'm so close, Boss." He gasped in my ear. "I - I - oh fuck!" I felt the pulsing and shivered.He kissed the back of my neck and moved away from me. And moment later, arms slipped around my waist from behind. "Can I do that too, Boss?" Sweetcakes slurred. He began rubbing before I answered, whispering in Russian. His voice caught and.