From the heel a fine noir seam undulates its way over toned calf, travels upwards to pass through the excessively sensitive valley behind the knee bef...ore rising once more to slink its way over the soft forgiving flesh of her thigh until eventually disappearing beneath the fierce hem of her dress. Finally I ogle her bottom; muscles taut from the extra stress of standing on tiptoe; each curve, each dip and each undulation made visible by the hugging caress of her dress. I admire the gentle. I figured what the heck the worst that would happen is we both sat there with hardons. As soon as I walked back in he said he was glad I came back.I asked him if he always got hard in the steam room and he said only when there is a cute guy in there.All the while he was gently stroking his cock.Mine was rock hard as-well but I was afraid if I touched it I would cum.I walked up to him and asked if he wanted a hand.He said by all means and I took his shaft in my hand.His cock jumped in my hand. Of course, he was teasing her and seema kept climaxing again and again hearing all these abuses…As luck would have it, they soon got a chance. Som’s friend from us called him and said, yaar two of my bosses are coming to india they have never fucked any indian woman and want to taste one. Can you arrange for a call girl..?? Som could not contain his joy.. And said. Don’t worry i will take care..When he told this to seema, she was jumping with joy.. ! Finally..! They started making plan how they. Flat on my back, she pinned my entire lower body with her soft warm weight. She then once again, took in my complete length as I lay in a trance-like state of pleasure. What she did next made it feel as if my cock where being swallowed by a horny boa constrictor! Her tongue, tonsils, throat muscles, etc. all combined to encase, massage, pull, stroke and finally man milk my meat. Once I stopped convulsing and regained my breathing somewhat, she pulled my relaxed but still elongated tool from her.