I was stroking myself in the same frenzy as her. All those thoughts about screwing her were back in my mind.She finished and watching her orgasm so di... I. Realized then that my sweet pious bhabhi was masturbating herself with my t-shirt at night and washing them early morning leaving no signs of her dirty work. I had a surprise waiting for her next morning.She woke up as usual and came to the bathroom first, and I was waiting there for half an hour already. It was perfectly executed. She stood. “It’s all fake,” she said again, “All fake except you and me. We’re human.” I undressed as quickly as possible, observing her lying there waiting for things to happen. She smiled at me as I pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. She wasn’t in a rush. She knew what she wanted and she had chosen me to give it to her. I got into bed and lay down beside her. We started kissing, wrapping our arms around each other, intertwining our legs. I had never felt anything like it before with any other. Now it was a shocking green at the tips, almost day glow in intensity and brightness, with a black base."Oh! Sorry, I didn't recognise you, you look different." Yeah, had my hair done. I'm Jade by the way." She turned and flipped the snib-lock to my office door and yanked the blind down. "So..." She said turning back and slipping off her tee-shirt off of her shoulders. " ... my tattoo."She clutched the garment to her small, bra-less breasts and stood in the middle of my office looking straight. ?Would I even be able to perceive the amount of foreign body fluid he injects into me ...?And would I actually feel the pressure with which the intruder cums in me ...?The mere thought that a man, another human being, penetrates his penis deep inside me, satisfies me in my body and at the end injects his humors into me, excites me so much that I held my smartphone with trembling hands, while I continued to watch the clip in which the teen model was penetrated nonstop by these beautiful, strong,.