Her breathing continued, deep, and steady, as he gazed at her face in the moonlight that touched her from the window. He was moved by the desire that ...never waned, as he took in her innocent looking face, relaxed as it was in slumber. The long lashes against the lightly freckled cheeks, the full soft rosy lips of her mouth, that were indescribable to kiss…He moved to push her hair away from her neck so he could see more. The pulse beating there made him linger a moment, before he slowly pulled. Since we cant have car windows tinted in india now, i had to put as many blinds in the back and front as possible to avoid glares from outside….For about 20mins all we did was hold hands and stuff…Then i slowly put my hands on her milky white smooth thigh and caressed it till i reached her panty lining…Since it was a knee length dress it wasnt really a problem..Meanwhile she was holding and squeezing my dick over my tracks…She pushed her hands inside my tracks and held onto my dick over my. Cum keeps on showering the guests. She pulls out her tongue and swings Ayama forward from where he's suspended on a grid system; he can be moved around and across the room. He glides across, showering more guests with his cum, until one Futa can't hold it back anymore, throws her prostitute off, and catches Ayama mid-swing. She penetrates Ayama, not long, a couple of seconds later she cums inside him. The Futa swings Ayama away from herself to the next; this way Ayama is fucked across the room. I'm not in the habit of standing people up, but as I walked back to the massage shop I was thinking of every possible excuse to abandon ship.I reached the shop and met the boss. "Ready?" she asked.And then I realised, I'd been looking at the wrong girl!Not the shy, dumpy, podgy, snub nosed girl, but a very slim petite self confident lass; the sort that has never worn make-up or jewellery because she doesn't need to, and despite being no more than 5ft tall, had the confidence not to wear.