" She nodded and walked over to the table and her clothes. The tee shirt she lifted and began struggling into had more holes than fabric. He couldn't ...egin to tell what color it was supposed to be. With a tired groan, he dug into a lower drawer and yanked out one of the XL black tee shirts imprinted with his shop logo. "That shirt's nasty. Put this on." He tossed it at her. "It's clean."She looked up from tugging on her dirty sneakers. "But…?He gave her a level and steady stare.She folded under. Her perfectly shaped face, the gentle swell of her breasts under the plunging neckline of her top. The smell of her hair, the music of her laugh, and those eyes, again. It was no use...no matter how much harder I rode, my cock continued to swell until it threatened to emerge through the leg of my shorts. Combined with the movements of my riding, the friction against my leg created a tingling sensation, building up, but would continue to gather strength if unattended. I was worried that someone. I said yuck and told her to throw it away…she laughed and threw that fucking huge bra away and she laid down on me and we started smooching like mad….i hate it when our teeth collide…..she sat up again and removed my shirt….there was a wet patch on her panty and i started rubbing on it….she got up and took my pants off…i was wearing some boxers and she smiled at the huge tool. She took it out like a hungry kid and started stroking it….i told her to kiss it…she said fuck off….then i pulled her. Und trotz all dieser ?Ger?chte? und Unsicherheiten gab es immer wieder Leute aus dem reichen Westen, die das Risiko auf sich nahmen, in einem solchen zwar hochinteressanten, aber auch sehr gef?hrlichen Staat bzw. Gebiet ?billigen? Urlaub zu machen. So wie unsere ?Heldin? in der nun folgenden Geschichte.Kapitel 1 Schnelles Geld und seine GefahrenWie konnte sie nur so bl?de sein und einem furchtbar freundlichen, s?? l?chelnden und sehr spendablen Inder zu vertrauen? Nie h?tte sie sich darauf.