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Then we cleaned ourself and slept because of strain due to the journey. Next day was her birthday. As soon as I woke up, she came and sat on my face told me to lick it. Wow, it was ultimate. Bit salty she cummed in my mouth. I gave her own cum to her by kissing her.I hugged her tightly. Wished her happy birthday. We hugged each other and went to take bath. Fucked her in the bathtub in the missionary position. After the bath, she was wearing a mini skirt and sleeveless shirt. We went to a private beach and played for 2 hours along with having a beer.Then came to the room, went to bath and cleaned our self. Actual play started now. She brought a ‘mangalya thaalito’ to get married. Told me to tie it to your wife. We got married without any clothes. Then we hugged and kissed just a romance till night.We made all the first night arrangement. Decorated our room, we ordered a glass of milk. We started our first night by 10 pm. First I drank half milk then gave her. Slowly I planted a kiss. Marcia jumped up and ducked out of his way. Sheground the spike heel into his instep. Bob yelped but managed to grabMarcia's blouse. He repeatedly whipped his hand across Marcia's mouth.Janis stepped out from behind some bushes. She caught Bob's hair.Yanking his head backwards, she shot all her weight in a kick at theback of his ankle. He went down on his back. Marcia pulled him to hisfeet. She pummeled him and then pushed him toward Janis who shot herfist into the pit of his stomach. Bob doubled over trying to catch hisbreath.Marcia yelled, "You shit. I'm not your whore." Her finger nails rakedhis face. Janis drove her knee into his ribs knocking him onto thegrass. She wrapped her powerful dancer's calves around his head andsqueezed. Muffled curses from the would be tormentor made victim.Janis rolled from side to side. Each movement wrenched Bob's neck andspine.Janis released their helpless victim and got to her feet. She caughthis ears and pulled him to his feet. .
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