“Was it my idea to bring her back?” he asked against the background noise of female lust.“Yes,” Beauty replied.“You sure of that?” he teas...ed. “Ouch!”She eased her strong fingers out of the tender meat of his shoulder muscles. “Sure,” she repeated in a droll tone of voice.Feeling more than a little awkward, Logan listened to their zoned-out guest pleasuring herself, or at least attempting to. Beneath her moans and groans was an undercurrent of mounting frustration. In the dim shaft of light. I had to jill off after the second time.” “Second time?” “Yeah. I tried to watch it again to find out what was in it but I went under that time too. It’s his voice. It just sucks you under.” “I know, right?” “Yeah, so anyway, I took care of that and then showed Jasmine.” “Wait. What?” “Yeah. She loved it too.” Brenda’s stomach sank. “Rose, no. It’s just for you.” “What? Why?” Yeah, Brenda. Why? Fuck. “It’s part of a, uh, project. You have to keep it secret. That’s why it’s not public on YouTube. Suddenly I took her hand in my hand and we continue talking; both ignoring it. I was not interested in these talk but concentrating on the hand I was holding. I started patting her hand and then I put my hand on her thighs, holding her hand. After some time, we started discussing about whether I have girlfriend or not and I told her “no I don’t have now” (lying) and she was surprised by saying dude you have a decent life in Delhi, looks cool but doesn’t have girlfriend? I shrugged and started. She gasped as she saw the swollen angry looking tip; her fingers pulled her panties to one side, revealing to him and to him alone, her bare pussy lips, freshly waxed pussy, lips devoid of pubic hair, lips that were wet. She watched him, he watched her. She watched him stroking his cock, his thick fingers closing around the equally thick shaft. He watched her, watched her pull the panties to one side, watched as she slipped a finger inside the pink moist pussy lips.He felt himself coughing as.