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While studying at a University in London, I met this hot white guy. He had a thing for south Indian girls like me. I am a Telugu girl and I enjoyed his company. That day, I went to his place and we both planned to have sex. For the first time, I was about to give a blowjob to a white guy.
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After kneeling on the floor, he removed his pants and boxer. Just look at his long and fair penis without any skin. It was so arousing and I took it deep inside my mouth. Even he enjoyed the deep throat blowjob I gave him.
We ended up staying almost another hour until the lightning started and everyone rushed for the cabin.Kacy and Syndy helped me tuck the girls into their bunks fastening their wrists so they couldn’t play with their naked treasures. I walked Kacy and Syndy to the bedroom.When we got to the bedroom Syndy said, “I am so relaxed after the hot tub and the fucking I got earlier, would it be ok if I just went to sleep?”Before I could answer, Kacy added as she gently rubbed her nipples, “I would love to do the same if it is ok, my pussy is a little raw, and my nipples are also. I am so relaxed I would like to cuddle up with the both of you and go to sleep.”“Thanks ladies, I’m not sure I could perform anyway. I need to recharge my batteries also.” I slept harder that night than I ever remember sleeping.I awoke the next morning, noticing the clock said it was 8:30AM. I slipped out of bed not waking either of the girls went potty and then began to fix breakfast. I snuck in by the bunks and saw. On one occasion she had a towel wrapped around her as if just out of the shower, as she exited the room it slipped off, showing her lovely bottom again. And that reminded me of something similar happening many years ago. Now I was sure there was a teasing game going on, should I leave it at that, or see if it goes further?I decided to invite Susan over for coffee. My intention being to apologise for my behaviour and hope I wasn’t causing her any discomfort. There was a knock at the door. When I answered it I was momentarily struck dumb, gone were the jeans and sweater and hair in a bun. Almost speechless I took her proffered coat and hung it on the adjacent hook. My first word was, “wow” followed by, “hi Susan, please come in”. This was definitely the new Susan. She wore a cardigan and blouse over a skirt and stockings, with her dark hair down and flowing over her shoulders. Her blouse was open enough to show some rather pleasing cleavage. She smiled at my confusion, offering a.
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