But my hands were shaking. I knew it was naughty. I knew it would be something I had never seen before but had been wondering about. It was a thick, g...ossy magazine. Obviously high quality. I was surprised by how heavy it was. “What’s this?”, I asked, feigning ignorance. “Majalah porno aja” [“Just a porn mag”], Lakita replied using colloquial and local idiom just to prove that it was all fairly mundane for one such as her. When she claimed to have found it under our parents’ bed, I was. "Hey, Ben," she said cheerily, "Me and the girls were wondering if you're up for a little get together this evening. Sharon just got another divorce cheque in the mail and wants to celebrate. Would love to have you there."Sure. Absolutely. Sounded great. I had no plans and my deadline wasn't due for another couple of days. "Sure, I'd love to, Angie. Around six?" Awesome," she smiled, "We're gonna cook up a storm so don't eat anything before then!" She ran back to the other girls who both waved. The woman’s head is forces harder into my pussy, her nose pressing on my clit, her tongue delves deeper, and I know your holding her to me. The mental image overwhelms me and I cum, screaming behind my gag, flooding her mouth as your smear her face in it. “Clean up your mess.” You say to her, your voice hard and I think maybe she wasn’t as welcome as it appeared. The thin, light object is lifted from my stomach and I hear the whizz of a whip and tense but the sting doesn’t appear. Instead I. Iske bad main uthi aur feather whip se unke upper thighs pr sehlane lagi jisse unhe gudgudi ho rahi thi. Bechari bandhi hui hone ke karan idhar udhar apni gand hilane lagi. Na chilla pa rhi thi aur na mujhe rok pa rhi thi jisse unke ankho me aasu aane lage. Main aur zor se karne lagi to unki siskiya nikalne lagi. Uske baad maine unki chut k aas pas hath ferne lagi. Unka bhi mood to ban hi chuka tha to unki chut se pani nikalne laga. Yr dekhkr mujhse raha nhi gya aur maine apni jhibh unki chut.