All the while, in an low undertone, he told me how lovely I was—how sexy I was—how seeing us, skin on skin, turned him on—how wet I was. “Part... them just a little for me.” I obligingly do so. “You’re so soft,” he said as we watched him touching my pussy. “So warm and lovely.” He kissed my neck without breaking his gaze. “Ohhhh” I moaned seeing my juice glistening on his fingertips. “You like that, baby? Does that feel good?” His eyes still on the mirror. “Feel my fingers parting your swollen. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressing between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct...While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower. They were not the weapons Beci was interested in anyway. She kept moving back towards the makeshift bed full of furs. One of the men had only just relieved himself of his breeches by the time Beci had reclined her body onto the bed and spread her legs wide. She cupped her ample breast invitingly.Beci was panting hard as he walked towards her. For a man that had only just killed someone, his cock was quick to respond to its current situation. He practically fell on her. His cock penetrated her. Koti, nanag ond asse. I looked into her eyes… Lying on top of her… Enu helu.. Mathe, mathe… Enu illa… She blushed.. Idakinta olle chance and time sigala, tell me, I’m here for u anta helde….She blushed again and pulled me closer and whispered… Lick me down there, saw her opening my eyes wide open.. And asked u sure just by shaking my head and she shook her head even more happily. Moved down… Loosened her saree which was around her sonta pulled out saree and kept aside. She was wearing a 3/4th...