” Thankfully Em was paying attention. She gave me a look as if to say what the fuck as she walked past me and up the stairs. I stood there not knowing if I should go for that run or not. I decided the heat was too much and excused myself and went to my room.I closed my bedroom door and sat in the chair by my desk. I felt like I needed to talk to Em. Was she as confused as I was by what was happening, or had happened? Did she feel like I did? My mind flashed back to last night, when she bent over to remove her panties, and the gap between her thighs and that outline of what had to be her pussy. I wondered if she knew I’d seen. I also wondered if she’d let me see more. Suddenly I had the urge to jerk off and got up to go to the bathroom hamper to retrieve her gift from the hamper. The door was locked. I tapped lightly. “Em?”“Hey” she responded “I need a few minutes I need a shower. Unless you need to go quick?” I heard the lock click and the door open an inch. “Can you be super. With her boobs still squeezed in his hands, and started fucking her again.“That’s better. Ah yeah, fuck my fucking pussy.”After fucking her for some more time like that, he left her tits, put his dick out, ejaculated a few times. He released a load of semen on her belly.“Come on now, Amith. Finish her off,” Channa said as he moved aside.There was hardly anything for him to finish off, though. She was laying there, unable to move. Amith came and pulled her into her fours. He knelt behind her, held her hip tight, and started fucking her pussy.Sometimes, still fucking her, he would leave one hand off her hip and slap her ass once or twice. Then hold her hip again, and keep fucking her even harder. After a while, he stopped, bent, held each of her arms in each of her hands, pulled her into a hug from behind, held her tits squeezed in his hands.He started fucking again. Her head was moving up and down, as he held his wrists. After a while, he stopped fucking her, turned her outside,.
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