"Ask her if her pussy hurts," he demanded of me."Does it hurt?" I asked."No damn it ask her what I told you to ask," he said sounding angry."Reggie, d...es your pussy hurt?" I spoke the words half heartedly."Yes Silvia, he is hurting me, but I'm okay. I don't want to stop." she said. I would never have recognized her voice, she was almost sobbing."Tell her what you are doing Silvie," he said."Reggie, I'm holding his testicles while he does it," I said."Silvie do it right, or I will really hurt. ‘Tum to bahut gandi baaten karte ho, aisi kimti cheez koi aise hi thodi dikhaai jaati hain, inhe dekhne ki munh dikhai deni padti hai” unhone ithlaate hue kaha.aap jo kahengi mai doonga, bus aap dikha deejiye’ I was getting impatient. ‘Ab khana baad me khayenge, pehle andar chaliye’. She caught hold of my cock over the pant and said ‘Hoon, lagta hai bahut Baichain ho raha hai, par yaad rakhna dekhne ki fees deni padegi. ‘At that time I would have said ‘yes’, even if she had demanded crown. “That’s only a peephole. Down there is what I mean.” (There is a distinction, you know). He waved his wrist much lower. Then I saw a gaping hole about waist high—approximately the same height above the floor as the one dad was using. It had escaped my eyes because the booth next door was dark. Haltingly, I stooped down and obliquely peered into it. There sat a guy with jeans down to his knees proudly showing a thick well-shaped penis that was pointing straight at the ceiling. He must’ve sensed. Eventually, his balls ached for release. He sat his cousin up and worked her body up and down on his throbbing cock. Her bountiful rack bounced all over the place. She clenched his shaft, milking him."I love the way you fuck me. Do me, cousin! Do me! Ah!" She cried out in orgasm.Her juices washed down, coated his entire groin. This gave him just enough reduction in their friction that he could continue for another several minutes. Soon, even that wasn't enough. He shoved balls-deep into her.