Maybe battery dead. We came back to his hotel room around 2 in the morning and slept. The next day as soon as he woke up he called his wife. She picked up after a few rings and she was crying.I also sat next to Sundar to know what happened. Looking at her eyes, it looks like she was crying for a few hours. Sundar tried to console her and asked what happened. Sundar put his hand across my shoulder and pressed my boobs.She got a bit furious and shouted, “If you want to keep fucking that bitch next to you, you can do it as much as you want. I don’t care. But why the hell you made me do it?” Inside my head, I got the context why she is crying. It looks like she called the number I gave and looks like things got ugly.But I was confident that the person I referred to is a very good businessman in Chennai whom I met once in London. I know for sure he would not have harmed her. Sundar asked her, “I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. What did I make you do?”She was still furious. I moaned in pleasure as I felt her soft lips slide over the shaft of my dick, and Cassie moaned with me. I held Cassie in my arms, then turned so I could push her up against the wall. She gasped as her body hit the cold tile of the shower, then surrendered herself to the feeling of my entire length sliding in and out of her cunt. With the wall for support, I started to pound her pussy even harder, causing her to scream in a combination of pain and pleasure. Pleasure soon won out, and Cassie started to pull me tightly into her body. She wrapped her legs around my ass for leverage and started to buck her hips into me. We started to kiss deeply, and the taste of my salty flow on her tongue was too much for me to take. The combination of everything caused me to climax just as Cassie experienced her own small orgasm. We climaxed together, me dumping another load of cum into my tiny lovers cunt, my hips bucking to force every drop from my cock inside her. Cassie relaxed in my arms, and I.
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