She smiled recollecting what just happened and got back to work.It was evening time, she was sitting idle and thought of taking a bath as she had been...fucked by Chotu and wanted to be fresh for her husband Amit.She takes off her clothes and goes to take shower.There was no water. She always faced this problem in this apartment. Her pipeline had been ruptured and despite several complaints to the society plumber, he did nothing to repair it. Even Amit did not bother. He was too busy to look. And what a room it was! Black marble everything, except for a pearlwhite toilet and bath. It was huge, around the size of my living roomback at home. For a moment I returned mentally to the house I grew upin, and I thought about it hard, before reality snapped me back intothis opulent washroom, and with that, I caught my reflection in themirror. The wall opposite the door was reflective from floor toceiling, meaning nothing was missed out when I finally saw myself. Iwas a beautiful girl. My. Upholstery invited one to rest in loving and cushioned embrace. There were no televisions, but a library of sorts filled the walls of one long hallway. The music in the bar each evening was soft and sensual jazz provided by a quartet. The atmosphere was only part of the reason I had chosen it. The main factor was its clothing optional policy for beach and pool. During the first few days I had spent my days on the beach experimenting with the best method to avoid sunburn on tender skin. My skin. .De mannen die haar neukten kwamen ook klaar. Terwijl het sperma uit haar kut droop... kwam de andere man over haar billen klaar.. Het werd een kliederboel op tafel.. nu was het meneer die op het verhoginkje ging staan en zijn lul in haar kut stak.. Meneer was goed opgewonden want binnen een paar stoten haalde hij zijn lul uit haar kut en trok er een paar keer aan. Meneer was wel wat gewend maar spoot nu ferme stralen zaad op haar rug en in haar bilnaad.De laatste man was al wat ouder.. Had wat.