Anh, are we just lovers?
What would you be against?
Did you like it?
liveartbcs.com/georgia/23-03-2022-1. Somewhere at the entrance ... I said and sat on the bed.
A couple of minutes in the open air slowly did their job, I came to my senses, the state of drunken lustful rage receded. I arched my back. Only then did it dawn on me. Fuck. They filmed me on phones. A crowd of men filmed me with bare tits and cunt. Who knows, maybe there is a video of me being fucked in a booth. Surely, after all, some smart guy dared to look through the partition. I broke into a hysterical fit of laughter. Right now, someone uploads porn with my participation to the Internet, sends videos to friends' confu, how they have a drunk whore in a club toilet. It was the finish line.
Well, you know. Why aren't you in a cage?
Nothing, I answered hoarsely, I want you. Now.
It's not the men who graze their girls, but the girls keep their eyes on the men. And if someone stands alone, in the sense without a pair of the opposite sex, they are free. They warned that the women here do not breed sentiments, they immediately pull to fuck. And so it happened. As soon as we entered the dance floor, several women flew up to us with an invitation to dance. And in whatever rhythm the music played, all the same women were hung around the neck and did not let the partner go on an independent voyage. As many as three arrived in time for me, but one of them turned out to be more aggressive than the others and took the dumbfounded business trip from the rivals' friends from under their noses. The guys got busted too. I lost them in the confusion.
Excited, my brain almost didn't work.