Then his hands cupped my tits in a vice grip. It was so hard that made me whimper in the most tiniest pleasurable pain.“ohh….please don’t. I can...��t,” was all i could manage to say with his lips tightly glued around my erect nipples. He went on a wild spree sucking it and milking it, till i could take no more. I was writhing in the bed; moaning and thrashing in pleasure, my hands caressing his hair, holding it tight. My old husband then adjusted his clothes and made himself nude for the next. "Join us!" they said in chorus. How could Irefuse? My host said I could return to the shop after thenight's carousing and get dressed to return to my hotelfrom there. All at no extra cost.Not only had I never ventured out in public in my hometown, this was a big city in another country! The club wastranny friendly indeed, and we gained free entry. The othergirls helped me relax, and more champagne assisted. I washerded on to the dance floor and was soon grooving with thebest of them."He's been. The rough surface hurt my ass when I laid down. Laid."The first of the pain!!" I thought, and became excited again. I spread my legs apart for him. Then he slapped my inner thigh. I said ?Oww!? through my gag. He started to say something, but caught himself, lest I go crazy again.Now it was on prominent display, front and center. This is just too fucking good to be really happening to me! He examined it closely. Again he grabbed its two lips by the hair and pulled them way apart, hard. It hurt. Shweta was fully enjoying Rahul’s madness and she was running her fingers on his hair with her eyes closed. She was repeatedly moaning aahhhhhhh.Shweta said Rahul Tu itna utavla kyo ho reha he? Thhoda to thehar mai kitchen ka kaam zaldi se khatm karke tere paas aati hu na, jabhi ata seedha chalu ho jata hai. Rahul opened Shweta’s blouse, released her boobs from her bra and started sucking and squeezing her boobs he replied, Abhe randi itna time kidar hai aur waise kitne time tujhe, kapde bhi.