I’ll never be able to forget last night...” Brittany let out a deep sigh before she smirked softly, “Look... Jay, sweety, you can fool yourself, but you can’t fool us...” She said gently as she moved to kneel, lifting a leg over him so she ended up straddling his body, looking down at him over the swell of her perky chest, resting her butt on his stomach, “Thing is, I don’t actually want you to forget last night. I don’t want you to forget how it felt to have every single thick inch of my massive cock shoved up your tight little ass, or down your throat, or filling you with girl cum, or dressing you up as a slut. Any of it. Do you know why I want you to remember all that?” desi He swallowed as he drank in the sudden sexual indian shift in her demeanour, looking up at the porcelain-skinned beauty as she sat atop of him, expressing her dominance without having to use force, her hands planted firmly on her wide womanly hips. “W-why?” “Because…” She raised an eyebrow and took his hand in her own, moving it to her cock and guiding his hand to encircle her length, letting him hold it in his soft hand, feeling him squeeze it tentatively as she continued in a low sultry tone, “I bengali know you loved it last night. I know deep down you wished every second of it had lasted an eternity… So why fight it? We want to love you, Jay, to give you that and more every single day and night. Be ours. And let us be yours.” James bit his lip and looked up at her with those dark dusky eyes of his, the conflict within him obvious to Brittany as it played out across his gorgeous features. Last night James had found himself helplessly swept away by the unexpected and rapid Bhabhi advances of the two lustful dickgirls, leaving india him at the moment only feeling lost in it all. Since the pair had basically fucked him to sleep and then made sure someone was there to wake him back up, he’d had no time alone to process his admittedly mixed and confused thoughts. “Well?” Brittany pressed as she tilted her head curiously, not wanting to allow him more than a moment to collect himself, though she homemade had to admit she was at least enjoying the sensation of his hand held in hers, working it slowly up and down the now semi-hard length of her cock, eager to feel more of what she knew he had to give and maybe even, if she was lucky, wanted to share. We didn’t go over there often, pretty much just for major holidays. “Yes, now, you dumb bitch!” Mistress laughed, “You think I want to spend another fucking night in the goddamn wilderness?! I realized it a while ago, but I wanted you to feel it for yourself.” Shraddha, however, was too shocked to answer. Just the two of us, intimate and comfortable. She homemade used to be desi young, like me. She used to do wild things. “Are you two nudists now, or are you practicing exhibitionism without me?” Night Eyes grinned, and I was suddenly very aware that Lucilla and I were both very naked, in front of tens of thousands of people. Hey. Her top was a matching Bhabhi sports bra which emphasizing her cute developing apple sized titties and showed off he smooth, toned belly. Not too harshly. Our bodies instinctively found the right tempo and soon we were truly fucking. I pretended to resist, but he pulled it out and made me touch it! When they were gone, Dott met with Fontane, gave a full report, and was patted on the back for a job well done. Sean roared in orgasm. It india was now that I came to recognize that Ria and Glori switched back and forth when we made love and came and then slept, either a nap or sleep at night. Might as well go through with it now we’re here, hm?” Daddy didn't bengali need to be told twice and got another five indian pumps in before he stopped. Instead engulfing his cock with her mouth. She started to lean over the papers but then she stood up and looked up at Billy.