1. Tourist Girl part II


    Date: 10/1/2014, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Author: dark_whisper, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I woke up to the most pleasant sounds: that of a woman being fucked. That, I thought, had to be Jason, but the girl does not sound familiar, must be somebody new. I lay there for a while, entertaining a thought of going and joining them, and then decided against it. When I am fucking a new girl, I want her to be all mine. I don't mind getting sloppy seconds, but there's time for threesomes and gang bangs, and there's time for good old-fashioned fucking. My name is Hassan Mustafa. I was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, but thanks to a Turkish father and a Greek mom, I look like I just stepped out of Arabian Nights, where I was one of the Forty Thieves. Some girls love it, some get scared. I like the ones that do both, and many of Jason's freshly fucked ladies fit the bill. We are friends and roommates, and we like to share – I bring in the young party girls and an occasional adventurous housewife, and he gets us naive out of town visitors and shy but horny girls from the Internet. I hear Jason walk past my room, heading for the bathroom. I get up and walk into the living room, dressed only in my Speedo's. The girl startles when she sees me. She is a nice-looking lady: big, soft and pale, just how I like them. I stand in the middle of the room, looking at her. She sits on the couch, trying to cover her pale nakedness with her hands and a strategically placed pillow. "Beautiful lady," – I say, smiling at her, - "Mustafa like. What your name, beautiful lady?" "Christine," – ...
    she says, her eyes darting around, probably looking for Jason coming back, but always returning to the bulge in my Speedo's. I look around, following one of her furtive glances, and see her skirt and blouse on the floor where Jason took them off her. I kick them away casually with my bare foot as I approach the lovely Christine. "Christine got fucked, yes?" – I ask, sitting down next to her and putting my hand on her white round knee. She tries to press deeper into the couch, shutting her eyes as if willing the whole situation to disappear. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling how soft and pliable her skin is. She whimpers, but remains still as my fingers travel up her leg and grab a generous fold of her lower belly. "You answer when Mustafa talk to you, yes?" – I ask her, squeezing her belly fold firmly between my fingers and thumb. "Yes," – she says in a small timid voice, - "Yes, I got fucked." "Mustafa fuck you again." – I say in a tone that does not allow for a retort. I stand up and take the pillow away from Christine, who is now completely naked in front of me. She opens her eyes to look up at me pleadingly, but she is clearly distracted by the bulge in my Speedo's, now considerably bigger. "Mustafa fuck you good," – I say as I take her by the soft upper arm and make her stand up. She looks around again, probably looking for Jason to appear and rescue her, still trying to cover her large, soft, milky-white tits and pussy with her arms and hands. She is scared, but I ...
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