Squeezing the rest of Martin’s cum out of me, I pulled my panties off, wiped my pussy clean with them and slid onto Caine’s bed. Indian sex and prudish when it comes to sex. I can’t really talk about it to anyone I know, so I decided to type it up and post it here. “He came back totally drunk and uh… well… I think he thought Serena was you, because she was lying on your bed.” I was overcome with terror. Now the secrets were getting out of control. Martin gasped as we passed his cock back and forth, getting it all slick. I’ll skip most of the details of the trip, because they are really unimportant to this story. “That wasn’t me. How about some other sort of contract?”
I could sense he knew I had something in mind, but he didn’t know what. For about 15 seconds I felt him spurt into me. Now she had room to lick my ass, too – which she did. “Hey! “Jennifer, baby” he moaned as he moved his other hand up my skirt and directly to my panties. I think Jennifer deserves a little something for being such a great sport.” Caine said as he kneeled in front of her.
