Her breasts are so soft. I pressed her breast on top of sari. She started moaning.I turned her back and hugged her from back. My penis is stiff and to...ching her ass. I kissed Gayathri’s neck and ear. Kept left hand on belly button under sari and with right hand, started pressing her left breast. She got aroused. I started pressing little hard and she was enjoying that moment.Slowly I held her both breasts and started pressing hard. I removed pin tighten her sari and blouse (pin at shoulder),. I softly smile and help and I place my hand on your throat so I can feel the hard moan you let escape with an intense determination. You bend over, grabbing a nearby pole, and I start to pound you like there’s no tomorrow. Your legs are spread wide as you take it from behind, pushing back and yelling “yes, yes! Fuck me hard! Hurt me please!” I reach around and pinch your nipples as you start to reach climax.I thought I heard you say something. “Louder bitch” I yell. “SIR MAY THIS SLUT CUM FOR. She moaned, her tits clearly smarting. I then grabbed her jet-black hair, forcing her face up. I presented my swollen cock to her mouth, and told her to suck. This she did, gagging as I plunged the huge thing into the back of her throat. Finally, I was ready for the real entertainment. I walked around to her rear, opened her ass cheeks, and placed my cock head onto her wrinkled little asshole. Next to her tiny asshole, my cock looked absolutely monstrous; the hole in its tip seemed to be as. He'd started off with a little self-confidence, almost cocky at Orientation in his nice shoes, designer jeans, and expensive cologne. But then he'd been rather rudely introduced to raw physical labor, and that confidence had more or less evaporated by the end of the first day.In a word, Nick was pathetic. He was obviously out of shape, and had picked up the nickname "Fat Nick" on Day One. I refused to call him that, and certainly I'd seen fatter people in my life. But it was a moniker that.