I was continuously staring at Kruthika and her tight figure. Her dress was not so deep but I could see her extremely fair cleavage. The dress stuck to...her body whenever she walked and her hot ass swayed along. It was a beautiful sight to watch.I was glancing at her almost every 2 minutes. Kruthika was enjoying her drink but caught me staring at her every once in a while. I danced with Pavani’s school friends but not with Kruthika. I had only touched Kruthika’s hips by mistake and I apologized. She was the one that argued it would work and we were strong enough. ‘What a fucking liar!’ I gave her everything and treated her like a princess. That was probably the problem, she was a spoilt bitch. “Uugghhhh” I release the building tension. I sat on that bench for I don’t know how long. My head in my hands. “Hey dude” a female voice spoke out.“Uh?” I look up. My eyes were greeted with the view of a five foot six, biker slash punk sexy looking girl. “Hey man, you alright?” Her voice was low. .. You gasp as you watch your hungry cunt devours me, inch by slow inch, feeling my fat dick stretch you from inside, pushing against your walls, nudging at the depth. You can feel the warmth and ebb of my blood in you as I bury myself deep and hold there, the thickest of my veins pushing past your lips, the tip of my cock pulsing inside you, my throbbing balls resting against your exposed clit, my thumb resting gently on the inch of slick, sensitive skin between your holes. Your own blood. Brian is a quick learner, knowing just when pound her deep and slow or keep perfectly still and let her do all the work.Angie pulls on her pale blue soft cotton sleep-shorts that she knows Mr Jones loves to fondle her through and slips into his bed. Mr Jones is concentrating on his favourite holographic Girlfriends Forever video playing in mid air above the bed, the volume up high on headphones, so he doesn’t notice Angie until she rubs her tiny nubbin breasts against his arm.I should explain.