" I'm a musician," I said. "I play guitar." I mimed a guitar then felt silly for doing so.Her big brown eyes widened and she smiled. "I like music. I ...m student. I work here at weekends only. You like?"I wondered what she was asking that I liked. Her? The café?"Daisuki," I said.She gave an excited couple of claps. "You speak Japanese! I like it too!" Her voice was high, soft, sweet."Would you like a drink too?" she asked."Kohi," I said.She wrote it down. "Would you like anything else?" You're. “Just sit beside the god.” He pulled me and made me sit beside the idol. I was naked and I was sitting beside god. “Well, I feel as if I’m the wife of Lord Ganesha.” I was saying.“That’s the point.” He said and then grabbing the container. Then he poured some of the milk on the top of the idol doing an act of glorying the gods (It is called ‘paalabishegam’ in tamil). “Wait, are you going to do this divine act on me with my own breastmilk??” even before I uttered those words, he did just that.. It was a good long fuck, I wanted Amelia to get a real X-rated show out of this, and I know she wasn’t disappointed. But all good things must come to an end, and suddenly I had an urgent need to spray my cum deep inside my horny girlfriend. I grabbed Cara’s hips with both hands, shifted her position, and went to town. I engaged in some good old fashioned, down and dirty, deep penetration, hard ramming, giving it to her fucking, and Cara’s pussy was as tight and gripping and milking as any. ‘It’s just gatorade.’ I took a sip and held it in my mouth letting it soak into my chapped lips, soften my dry throat. I opened my eyes and saw a woman’s belly, if I lowered my eyes I could see her naked cunt, if I raised them I could see her breasts. ‘Th-‘ my voice was still funny, I swallowed a little bit more. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Here, take this.’ She slipped a pill into my mouth. I spat it back out, afraid of what it could be. ‘Sweetie, you don’t have any choice, besides its just a painkiller.’.