She had not experienced it and but this time she could not did anything but acted as slave. Both Sultan and his friend was laughing on each other. Man...si was used by all mean in that session and her each and every body part was rubbed or fucked. Her body’s each and every part was either cuddled or scratched. Some brutal marks of spanking. Both male were riding on her sweaty body and she was crying in paining. Both male cum inside her assets satisfying their lust.She was in fear and was crying. Pretty much the whole of Saturday was awkward. Ean somehow managed to recess back into his own mind. It seemed he only spoke his emotions in extreme highs. If not stimulated to the max, he regressed within himself and seemed to be in thought at all times of the day. I knew he was confused, he said it himself, but him keeping to himself trying to figure everything out was so tense. I couldn’t read a book, I was living the greatest story I ever set my eyes on. There was nothing to kill the. She whispered, “Kumar, please do whatever you want but quickly as I don’t want Shoaib to see us.” So he got up now and grabbed her boobs, and started sucking her nipples very hard. She, too, kept her hand on her mouth to avoid her moaning.He then lifted her in a standing cowgirl position and started banging her wet pussy hard. I could see her hands around his neck, and she was getting fucked very hard by Kumar. He then bought her out and laid her on the bed. She quickly opened her legs for. Some days went past, and we were on the same platform as we were some time back, normal just sex chat and stuff nothing more. I started to feel a little bored by now, but that was not the case with her. I had started noticing the change now. Now I was not the one who would initiate the chat and start talking horny, now it was her. I knew she wanted it, liked it enjoyed it as much as I did. I also didn’t disappoint her and responded properly to her. We enjoyed very much.After some days past, It.