;) I generally spend New Year’s Eve at home or out at a friend’s house. Luckily, this wasn’t the case this year. My friends were off to Goa and ... was keen on something different. I browsed through the New Year parties in town bit none of them seemed that different. But then suddenly I came across this party in Navi Mumbai. It caught my eye and I read about it in detail. It was a Masquerade party. I was really excited as I’d heard from friends that all the babes from SoBo come here to escape. “I want my teeth on them and I want them around my cock.” Abbey’s pulse began to race and she mauled her chest in her hands, watching impatiently for each new message. “Take off that shirt and show me those tits, now,” he demanded. Abbey could barely wait; squeezing them together one last time she quickly tugged her top over her head and threw it aside. Her breasts bounced from the force and she clamped her hands around them tightly, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moaned out, her head. It was so round, soft and shiny that he could not help but spank her as many times as he could. Junaid’s penis moved in and out at a constant speed and the flesh on her ass was showing the ripple effect each time his groin collided with it. He grabbed each ass cheek with a hand and squeezed them hard. He parted them and slowly pulled his penis out.The asshole was a gaping hole now, the skin around was red and he was sure the ride had not been a pleasure this time for Kiran. With a smile, he. “No, gone. Woman.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “Why are you on a boat?” she asked, “where is your woman?” I told her my tale. She was surprised that I had no ‘woman’. She thought it would be lonely without company and expressed sympathy that I was living a celibate life. I assured her that occasionally I met ladies that provided temporary celibacy relief. At this point she was clearly recovered and I felt free to return to my lecherous thoughts. I should have given her one of my semi-Emanuelle t-shirts,.