“Oh. The seven boys were staring at her avidly, grinning and rubbing their hard-ons through their pants. Indian sex I want to make them all get so hard their dicks ache. She kicked off her sandals and scrambled to the top, where she stood trembling. The boys grinned. “Didn’t mean to do that.”
“Do you see us complaining?” grinned Charles, and the other boys laughed. Her parents were in America on a sort of mini-vacation; her father was considering a new job with a firm in Dallas, and she and her mother had come along for a holiday in this strange place. Cindy squeaked in dismay and pretended to struggle for a moment; for a full three or four seconds she hung there, bare from her neck to her knees, sticking her bare pussy out with her thighs spread and her knees bent, in a shockingly lewd display. The dog slammed into her hard and blindingly fast, five times a second, licking her distorted face as she kept on cumming. And so hot! “That means, ‘Is that the truth?'” she said. She saw the boys gathered around the cubby as she approached, and they were all staring at her and grinning.
