“What are you a fucking history book now?”Chloe just laughed, leading Samantha further into the park. “’Course, it didn’t help. The place ha... a rep by then, going back a couple of centuries. Still does.”Some kind of enlightenment was beginning to dawn as they found a bench and sat down. “Go on.”“Well, let’s just say it still deserves to go by its old name.”“Which was?”“Gropecunt Place.”Sam almost leaped out of Samantha. “Seriously?”“’Course. Would I lie to you? Gotta hand it to the Victorians. Her pussy was perfect. Shaved with slippery wet pink folds, I was overtaken with the urge to taste her. I grabbed her ankles and opened her legs and, in the same motion, slid my tongue over her lips and into her beautiful pussy. Good god she was incredibly wet. Her nectar was immediately running down my chin. I couldn’t get enough. I tongue fucked her pussy hole and rubbed her clit with my nose until my cock was about to rip through my jeans. Her kicking was becoming more violent and she was. She said, “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” “Why you dirty little whore,” I said, “put me inside you.” She reached behind and found my cock and drew me toward her wet lips. She was pushing her butt back toward me, wanting me. I pushed her forward a little and then stood still, allowing her to push back onto my cock. My head just nudging against her. “Go on, you little slut, fuck me,” I said She pushed herself onto me, my cock parting her wetness and entering her warm, sopping. One day after finishing with my work at about 9pm while going back to my home I went to an ATM to get some money which I did and I saw a girl who was waiting for her turn I did a quick scan she was very tall and curvy ample boobs and great ass she was wearing salwar kurta and the best thing about her were her features they were very sharp, I could easily make out that she was south Indian beauty. well that was it I was walking towards the bus stand it was about half a kilometer from the Atm.