I look quizzically from one man to the other and Mystery Man 2 leans in close to whisper in my ear “Fancy carrying this on back at our hotel? Indian sex Mystery Man 1 reluctantly withdraws his cock from me and I straighten myself out, self-consciously pulling my top up and over my breasts. He goads me by rubbing his cock head over my soaking wet pussy lips, back and forth. Maybe I should be concerned, perhaps I ought to care about what’s happening here, but in truth I couldn’t give a fuck. My body moves fluidly to the rhythm, my limbs feel liberated as does my state of mind. Then, without warning he whips his fingers away from my already engorged cunt and I gasp as he swiftly brings them to my lips.
