I was breathing hot. Then I grabbed her and took her in the bathroom where the bathtub was there. Slowly I placed her on the bathtub and I again chewe... her lips. This time I was very eager to see her booobs naked. I have already seen her boobs but with the dress only and I was ready to see that naked. She removed her churidar and she was only with her pink bra. I was able to see the curve. Then slowly I kept both my hands on her boobs and she has closed her eyes. I told her that she should not. Despite feeling hornier and hornier every second he rubs her pussy through he leggings and panties she still has the desire and bravado to be defiant, not wanting to admit to him or even herself that she really is a slut. Brian smiles at her defiance, somewhat happy that his victim hasn’t broken yet. “We’ll see…” he comments. He gets up from the bed, and walks to his bag, pulling out a wireless, remote controlled, vibrator, along with a Hitachi wand before walking back over to the helpless girl. I could feel the boiling heat of my shaft slipping between your lips, into the cool wetness of your mouth. Your teeth closed and I could feel the hard muscles of my cock sliding each inch as it reached the back of your throat. Then the slow motion of you pulling it out, spittle looping from my head to your mouth. Slowly you pulled away and slid your body up against mine. Your naked flesh first cool but soon warming against mine. Our lips pushing against each other and my hands twisting in your. My fingers slide on the crowded counter, the table that doubles as my desk, then the light by the bed. When did I get so tired? My head is full of cotton. In the dark, I forget to be neat with my sweater and trousers. They puddle on the floor. Where are my pajama bottoms? It’s undoubtedly too cold to sleep naked, but I fall into the pillow and roll under the covers as if I’ve walked across the Andes. Like I’ve had to stand in front of a million people and tell them everything I knew in the.