I had to get this thing off; I couldn't let anyone see me like this. Panicked, my hands raced faster over the back of my body, searching franticly for...a release somewhere else on my body -- my body? I searched my scalp, my face the front of my body between my tits, down over my torso and around my ass -- nothing. The urge to cry grew as I searched the room trying to get an idea. Briefly, I thought about breaking the window to the office and using the shards to cut the thing off me, but I knew. Well then we rested for some time and in the night at around 9 30 we were having drinks sitting in the balcony of the room and nitika was wearing a transparent top without any bra inside and absolutely nothing below her clean shaven pussy was right in front of me glistening with here juices flowing out of her pussy. Guys imagine a newly married Indian wife sitting almost naked outside in the balcony and then she started playing with here pussy teasing me. Telling me to come and lick her pussy.. The little pink clit head was slowly moving in and out of her hood as she masturbated, and Loretta started moaning. Creamy juices had started to leak from her gash, and a thin trickle was seeping down her perineum and making a small puddle on the wooden table below. As Chelsea’s head slid up and down his shaft, Loretta pushed a finger into her wet cunt. He could hear how wet she was, and it turned him on even more. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, Loretta still watching him. She seemed. Watching each harden as I sucked, I felt my cock get slick with pussy juice as it continued to dance between us. I started to kiss my way down now, kissing her soft brown belly before I came to her thick, wiry black pussy hairs. She had a thick tuft, and I could see it was wet as I started to dip my tongue in it. I licked and sucked my way up and down her pussy, and I could hear her moan and sigh as she felt her pussy open up. “God, I love that! Oh yeah Juan, eat my pussy! Eat my pussy now!”.