My hands were moving all over her waistline and slowly moving upwards. In no time she removed my t-shirt and started kissing me feeling my chest. The ...light music, the dim light and each others body’s fragrances were adding cherry to the cake.I slowly rolled up her top and she lifted her arms and we removed it. Her light blue bra was mesmerizing. Kaira spoke in a mushy seductive voice, “Press them Karan.”I jumped over her and slowly pressed those boobs back and forth. I wanted a sight of those. She looked confused. "I want all of you, but I want your heart most of all." That was the first time I saw Monica's hard shell crack. I liked that expression. "Come to me," I said caringly.Her warm smile and gently twinkling eyes morphed to a sneer and hard, hot eyes. She pulled off her top and threw it aside. She stepped out of her shorts, kicked them away, and put her hands on her hips. "No," she challenged.I moved quickly. Amidst squeals and grunts, I wrestled her to the floor, bound her. Ronnie's cock tented the front of his trousersand he gave out a little moan as Michele cautiously fondled him, herruby-red fingernails scratched at the thin trouser material as sheslowly and excruciatingly traced the outline of his cock."Take it out bitch," Ronnie panted into her mouth and then crushed herlips with his.He was pushing his groin against Michele's body, trapping her handbetween them, as she stroked the bulge in his pants. His tonguewriggled in her mouth; the taste of her lipstick. That taken care of, she concentrated on the task at hand. Soon enough, she had one erect cock in each hand, with two others waiting. She had never felt so horny in her life. Hands began pushing down her blouse, with others probing between her legs. She pushed back on the barstool, and immediately she had fingers slipping her thong aside, and exploring her wet pussy and her dark pucker. She was experiencing so much stimulation at once that she struggled to maintain her composure. Fingers.