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Next scene starts with both actors fully naked in the bedroom ,stud fully erect , Helens eyes bulging ! My hand takes its opportunity to cover her pussy ,middle finger sliding on her slit feeling it getting wet , at the moment her stud enters his blond mistress I let my finger enter mine , leaving it in , getting the ok as Helen opens her legs slightly , in and out I work her pussy to the same rhythm as her on screen stars . I lift some of her pussy juice up to lubricate her clit , its hard and obviously very sensitive, as I circle my finger around it . She puts the ipad down , one hand goes on her tits , pinching her nipple the other is down to meet mine , taking over the clit rubbing duty as I continue to finger fuck her now very wet pussy . The mixture of the vid and my caresses seemed to work as with in a few short minutes she came , head back ,body tensing she stiffened twitched and climaxed , holding my hand still as she did so. After a few seconds she lift her head up to kiss. But I was busy hating Turkish men for their unusual staring, aur woh bhi is group mein tha. I was so bored with my tour companions. Mujhe laga ki is tour mein agar thoda sa bhi entartainment chahiye to mujhe tour guide se dosti karni hi padegi.Main chahti thi ki kuchh toofani ho is ‘to be boring trip’ par. Dheere dheere woh nafrat kam hone lagi aur tour guide ye samjhne laga. Woh mujhse batchit shuru karne ka mouka dhundta raha. Main bechain thi ye janne ke liye ki what else amazing can happen in this trip. Especially agar us jaisa handsome aur I may say exotic tour guide rahega.By the end of the 1st week, we reached Cappadocia. My mom’s jokes about the phallic rock formations agitated what was already in my brain. Maine wohi joke ko Gujarati se translate karke English mein use sunaya. Woh bhi hansne laga and he got the best opportunity to do friendship with me. After a few random conversation, he started praising my looks and gradually started to flirt with me.TG- Hey, my beautiful.
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