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Her dusky-olive body trembled above me. She grabbed my dark breasts, kneading them with her paler fingers.I gasped when she found my nipples. She squeezed and rolled them. She teased me. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding as she thrust her clit-dick deep into my snatch. Her fingers twisted my nubs. Sparks zapped down to my cunt.Guanting stirred me up. She drove her cock hard and fast in me. It was so hard to remember the cameras were filming now with this futa fucking me with such intensity. Her girl-dick felt wonderful in my cunt. My pussy clenched around her.“Guanting!” I panted the way a slut would. “Oh, yes, yes, Guanting, fuck me with that girl-dick.”“You're going to cum so hard on her shaft!” purred Yevgeniya. She leaned down and lightly flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, another teasing play. She released my dick and spun from the bed. “You're just a big slut for nerdy futa-cocks!”“I am!” I moaned, staring up at Guanting.She smiled and. And it was 10:00 and the normal induction process started and was really exciting. And by around 05:00 in the evening I was informed that the VP who referred me had called me….I went and met him and he asked me if the induction has started and how was Bangalore and normal stuff for some 10 mins. Then he informed that my HOD is also in Bangalore and tonight he will be coming to visit him. And he asked me to join for dinner in his house which is placed inside the office campus along with the hostel facility.I came back from work to the hostel and refreshed myself and got ready to meet the guys who gave such a opening and life… maybe I never knew that my idea about the 2 will change after that night. I got a call from the VP asking me to come to his house. And car was waiting in my hostel to pick me up. I was in a saree and started to his house which was hardly a kilometer from my hostel.Reached the house and understood that was a bungalow and not just a house. Knocking the door and.
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