Seeing so many cocks close to her made her feel something different. She was confused. Sexy young Shreyashi never had any male sexual attention and he...e she is now being treated like a sex slave.. She could feel her pussy getting wet! One guy now started eating her pussy. She screamed... "ahhhhh!" "Sali randi gorom hoye geche, gud bhije geche maagir" (Slut is hot and her pussy is wet now). Hearing this everyone laughed, stroking their cocks. Amidst all this there was one guy recording all this. “FUCK!” I screamed to myself as I realised that she had discovered, and taken, my spunk soaked pants. After a while I decided to just play it cool and to pretend as if everything was normal, so I got dressed and went downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen mum was bending over loading my guilty pants and sheets into the washing machine. Her arse looked fucking fantastic in her workout lycra shorts, and when she stood up and turned around, her tight sweaty tee shirt showed off her pert little. Body heat reaches out to cover her, even before their skin can touch. She feels him radiating warmth. He kisses her neck, a newly formed 5 'o'clock shadow makes prickles on the softness. She sighs. Squirms. He supports his own weight so as not to displace her, gently coaxing the sheet from between her thighs, replacing it with a head. In a sweet moment of recognition she feels the weight of his cock, pressing at her smooth, wet labia. A doorway to bliss. She finds his actions hot and forward.. She crossed her arms in front of her. "What's the matter?" I asked."They aren't very big," she said looking down."Tracy, they're beautiful, perfect," I exclaimed. They were even if they were only the second pair I had ever seen in the flesh."Really? But the other girls..." I don't care about other girls. Yours really are beautiful. Can I kiss them?" I asked.Tracy lowered her arms, exposing her tits to me. We lay on the carpet as I kissed and sucked on her tits; her nipples hardened and stood.