.."The young man looked up from the old book to reexamine the woman who ran the little bookstore. She was pretty non-descript. Not too young or too ol...d, good-looking without being beautiful, dark hair with a plain face. Probably spent her weeks minding the store and her evenings reading with some cats.He had walked into the store on a whim. It was a tiny space along the main street of the little college town. Dark, cramped, and overflowing with books, nick-knacks, and decoration. It was the. As we dropped our luggage on the floor, we immediately stripped off our clothes and raced to the master bedroom. I spread her legs and licked her perfectly shaved wet pussy. Shanice was wild with desire from my tongue action as she moved around and cried out her pleasure. She had an overwhelming orgasm, which shook her whole body. Her love juices tasted like honey and her scent was as stimulating as a nice cool ocean breeze. When she had settled down, I gently crawled on top of Shanice, and. The woman between us moaned deeply and I felt her juices pour from her untouched pussy to run down between our legs. My fingers sank deep into her hot abused flesh and I drove my own cock hard into her ass gaining a deep, muffled grunt.The two of us faced each other as we alternately drove our ‘cocks’ into one end of the woman and then the other. “What else is there, Tamara… or I promise you won’t get any of this… for days!”“I… I… was in my walk-in wardrobe… from the moment I sent Buttercup. We ended the shot. He rolled down. We watched the footage again as usual and said to him sad tone. “Ok da, slight improvement this time. But very unfortunate this doesn’t appear real even after 10 to 12 times. I am really worried.”Kishore kept silent and I continued, “Ok Kishore, this arrangement is not working out. Your face should show aggressiveness and some extreme happy condition on your face. It is missing. Can you think of any arrangement that can make you further better?”I continued,.