Yes, she was a North Indian. She got this 8 shape size and sizzling fair with dimples and rosy lips. I was flattered for her face beauty than her body... beauty. It wasn’t like her body wasn’t that great but it was kind of cute face. I’d rather say, a face where expressions speak a lot. And I like someone who speaks with more expressions. I was liking her so much that I couldn’t describe in words.And of course, it was not love. It was lust. For me, the word LOVE has broken badly 4 years ago.(Haha,. Me- phir tumhare pair faila kar tumhari chut pe lund masalunga jis se tumhari chut ka pani pure me lund pe aa jata h.She- aaaahhh ahhhhh ahhhh plzz ab mat tadpaoMe- phir ek jhatke me ttumhari chut me lund Dal deta hun aur tumhare boobs ko masalne lagta hun.She – aahhhh ahhhh dheere me mar jaungi aaahhh ahhhhMe- phir me jhatke ki speed bada deta hun aur jor jor se tumhari chut fadne lagta hun.She- aaaaahhh plzz dheere karo meri chut fat jaegi aaahhhhhh aaahhhhhhMe- randi teri chut fadne me hi. ” “Oh, god, I almost lost it,” she panted. I pushed her back down and she engulfed my cock and resumed sucking me up and down. The desperation to get me off was very apparent. She was frantically rubbing her pussy, it sounded so squishy and juicy. I reminded her, “Don’t you dare cum before I tell you, nasty girl. Look at you, your bowels full of water, your mouth full of cock, trying to get my hot seed down your throat and you’re rubbing your juicy little pussy like a wanton slut. Look at me!”. I pulled him to the edge of the boat, "you should have left it alone."I rolled him into the river and returned to the other bodies. One by one I searched them and dumped them into the river and then went to check the boat. The grapple hook they had used was tied off on a cleat. Besides a few mage lanterns there was nothing worth money on the sailboat.Of all the weapons I took there was a new revolving cartridge shotgun and a cut down over and under shotgun. The grips were cut down and so were.