“Why can’t we be in the same room? How’s this going to work?”“They have something called ‘Glory Holes’”“GLORY HOLES? Are those thi...gs even real?” I made an disbelieving face, “I thought they were an urban myth.”“Oh they’re real. There are all sorts of videos of them online.”“How the heck do you know that? Fuck it. Just go rent two rooms,” I commanded and hurry up before I change my mind.“Come in with me,” Jason pleaded.Again resorting to my best death stare, I glared at Jason and pointed. I lay you down gently on the comforter and step back to survey you. The top of your wedding dress clings to your breasts and waist, hinting at what lies beneath. The neck of the dress swoops gently, revealing your collar bone and a small bit of cleavage, exaggerated because you are on your back. In contrast, the bottom of your dress fans out and makes no attempt what so ever to conform to your body shape. I kick off my black dress shoes and socks and climb on top of you. Peering down, my gaze. This happened at my friend’s marriage. We are dressed traditional and enjoying the night at marriage. When I found Priya she was looking stunning with ghagra choli, her sexy deep navel is her highlight. I praised her looks and we took some selfies. Her husband also joined us during taking selfies. After that, we were dancing and enjoying the night.While dinner surprisingly Priya sat next to me at the dining table. Oh god, what a sight it was in ghagra choli her boobs were popping out of her. She did indeed scream, and Ahriman groaned in ecstasy as his hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft. Samil began pounding her virgin cunt, and her screams grew louder. The boy reached on hand up and wrapped it around her throat tightly. She gasped, and he grunted, Not so fucking loud. You never know who might be wandering around out here. That was it. Ahriman gritted his teeth, and his hand was a blur. Seconds later, the first stream of his cum hit the girl in the eye, causing her to scream.