My crotch was banging against her butt cheeks. Amisha was enjoying each and every smack of my crotch on her butt.Amisha: Yeah, dog go on fuck me hard.... There you go hit me harder.Amisha lifted her one hand and started pressing her boob. I kept banging her harder, giving her deep shots.Amisha: I am cumming ah! I am cumming, harder baby.Amisha spilled her cum on my dick inside the pussy pressing her boob hard. But I kept fucking her.Amisha: Seems like you ah want to fuck this whore deep and hard.. ." "And what position is that Abel?" she interrupted my desperate attempt at redemption. "On my knees? On my back? With my mouth around your cock?" Her voice grew sexier with each word uttered. I noticed my cock pressing against my zipper only after she shifted a little closer to me on the couch. "I enjoyed them all," she said, still with those hazel eyes burning into my soul. "And that means you have nothing to apologize for," she added. Oh fuck! This wasn't going anything like I had planned. He tried to visualize it with every seat filled and failed. The only seats that weren’t going to be used in the arena had been a couple of hundred that were cordoned off directly behind their stage; they had no visibility for the event. Instead, a large number of VIP seat had been set up on the floor area in front of the stage. He thought, ‘So this is what eighteen-thousand looks like. Holy shit. I’m fucking terrified.’Dave was sure that his skin had paled from his Florida and motorcycle tan to. So Madan and I went to the parking area.We found that those two bitches were wearing beautiful sarees. They were mind-blowing, in fact, dick raising. Rajitha was wearing a violet saree, while Savitha was wearing a black saree. I was dumbstrucked looking at their beauty. It was a low cut, deep neck, sleeveless blouse.The saree was transparent. The best part is that these both bitches were wearing their saree 6″ inches below their navel. Looking at the navel hiding behind that tranpsperent saree,.