A Sex Performance From An Classic Indian Movie

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She took a look in a nearby mirror and reminded herself that she was wearing just a small S.E.X.I. t-shirt and her flip-flops. The soft pocket between her legs was still a bit steamy; her smooth naked skin still tingling from the massage and the sexed-up ministrations of a girl she now knew as Anne. Outside the first door was the spa lobby, then the doors onto to the parkway, then the door of an Uber with a cool driver waiting. Tricia took a deep breath. Ditch the flip flops, she told herself and just stride right through, into the Uber outside on the sidewalk. Just like a rock star.She pushed open the door and without a look to either side, strode quietly through the small lobby, taking no note of the four customers and the receptionist all gazing in astonished wonder at her nude appearance. The outer door was open and then she was through it and walking toward the empty space with no car.No Uber sat at the curb and Tricia was on the downtown sidewalk naked from the waist of her. ? I said pouting and staring at the floor. ?Don’t be a pathetic little child, look at me and answer my question properly or it will be twenty extra strokes.? ?Yes Master, I think that I was sincere, but that since I was insolent I deserve five more strokes.? ?Ok, slut, five for being insolent, and five for being insincere.? I was scared and hurt but forced myself to submit, he wasn’t going to let me overrule him in the presence of another and I wanted to be good for him; to bring him pleasure. ?Thank you Master. Thank you Sir.?The first five strokes helped to blur the perfect lines on my legs into a beautiful red mass. Each time I thanked both of the men present. The six stroke was aimed at my breasts. This stroke hurt so badly tears instantly pricked at my eyes, and I had to take a moment to breathe and let the pain wash over me. ?Breathe? said David, helpfully. Finally I choked out a thank you. Mercifully over the last four stokes he avoided hitting.
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Ripping the jacket from around her waist, she threw it down in the grass. She quickly plopped her round and now slightly wet ass in the grass beside the path. And not a second too soon; a dribble leaked achingly all over her pussy and through her pants, and slowly morphed into the thundering stream that felt so good. She felt the piss soaking into her clothing. A younger couple probably in their thirties jogged past her, seemingly uninterested in the woman sitting next to the path with a blissful look on her face; little did they know that as they passed her and moved into the distance, her bliss was in regard to the pee forcefully exiting her private parts and pooling around her butt.Becca moaned in absolute pleasure as it squirted out of her. Maybe she would have to do this again. She certainly liked it, and in fact found herself a little aroused. The piss just kept coming. She felt the last drops of what had probably been about a pint of hot, yellow piss run through her clothing.

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