She was wearing a greyish white one-piece dress with a single strap and wave-cut at the bottom. She was indulged in animated talk with her friends, bu... her cute expressions and hand gestures had my eyes glued to her.After a long battle with myself, I gathered a lot of courage and went near her to start a conversation, which went pretty bad. Maybe she understood that I was into her so she played along in a very defensive way.After a good hour of flirting, funny, random kind of engaging talk. He paused, warning her to quit fighting and pulled up her tee-shirt, stuffing the bottom into her mouth, roughly feeling her tits as he did.“Stop it, bitch, and I won’t kill you.” He whispered bruskly into her ear, finding a spot to his liking.He tossed her face down on the ground, still holding her arms behind her. Dirt went into her eyes and mouth as she tried to spit out the shirt. His knee went into her back, knocking the wind out of her. She was choking, unable to breathe. Her breasts were. Ingredients of oil on forehead and breast remained same. The ingredients of the oil for abdomen and pussy were made stronger. The day routine remains same, by now she had started liking her meals.In the evening the routine was same, she would stand with her legs apart and the loin cloth will have a ball of herbs pressed against her pussy. Today onward, she will also have an addition. I pick up 2 large coconut shell halves (like 2 hemispheres of a ball) and fill it with a different paste of. The next thing I know I’m back in missionary with my legs locked around his waist and having a mind blowing vaginal orgasm. It’s still terribly uncomfortable and I’m loving every moment. Roger is now well beyond just head deep in my uterus and he is not moving at all. Just holding still focused on my face. He tells me this is going to take some getting used to. I say yeah, for me too! He waited a bit before he started to grind, Just a slow small circular motion of his hips. I immediately feel.