With her fingers still buried inside, she guided me to the countertop by the sink, and had me bend over it balancing myself with my hands. The door ea...ed open and Mike's face didn't look surprised at all, as he placed the shots in a row on the countertop while Tara eased a 3rd finger inside of me. "Ahhh yess" I moaned loudly, as she began pulling all 3 pussy juice covered fingers out, and quickly slamming them back inside, deeper than before. I could feel my juices flowing down my inner thighs. Harsh boltahemujhe to tujhe bas ek baar chum na heDaya: arre who to aap roz kare ho na? kuch spl pochiye naaHarsh: Mujhe sharam aa rahi heeDaya: Bolkar toh dekhiyeHarsh: rende daya tujhe ajeeb lage gaaDaya: Nahi lage gaa, kuch bhi chalgaa aaj,kehte hue apne saree ka pallu utar deti heeHarsh: Thike. Daya mein bas ek cheez chata hoonDaya: Woh kyaHarsh: Daya mein bas ek baar teri gaand soongh kar usse chat na chata hoon..Daya: Haste hue bass itni choti gift woh to mein aapko kabhi bhi de sakti. You can't escape, i will bring you to the museum tomorrow.As he kept pounding me very hard, i felt my pussy dripping from cum. He pushed me away and send me back to my room where i felt asleep on my bed. In the morning, the landlord knocked on my door, open it and said to wear what was in the box. He said that Mauro send that to me. I opened the box and couldn’t believe my eyes, i can’t wear that, it’s a whore outfit but i guess i have no choice, the landlord stayed in the room. When i was. And I needed a cold, Canadian beer. She was at the bar in a tank top, tight jeans and high-cut boots. She may have been 10 years older than me but my goodness she looked fucking hot. "I hate drinking alone", she said. "What's the occasion?" "I just needed a drink. Have some fun, you know?" She gave me a little wink, and I wanted to deny the thoughts I was having. I sincerely thought she wanted to go a round or two in the bedroom. "Yep. I need some fun too. Fucking exams ruin that for me." "If.