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Katrina who was raised in Hawaii, United States and later moved to london, England. Her Visit to see her old buddies.

Well, I don't like bollywood movies much but how can I miss to watch you sweet heart? By now she was undoing the buttons of her long brown coat.

Her coat hung open and loose around her frame, showing off her gorgeous, tanned C-cup breasts Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband trimmed pussy. The verse on her side showed clear against the light. To top off her looks she was absolutely beautiful; azure eyes and exotic-looking features on a face that was now famous, known to millions of people in India and worldwide…and only half of them could only fantasize that she would visit, much less frequent, a place like this.

Finally removing her hat and shaking out her long mane of dark hair, Katrina Kaif, female star of the blockbuster Race, Namastey London, plunked the hat on the head of her friend and sometimes fuck-buddy and kissed him on the cheek.

Her lithe body pressed into his burly form and she ran a hand down his pants until it was cupped around his balls. Marcus had been working hard all day, and he was sweaty and filthy—just the way she liked her men. The perspiration and grime left a bitter taste on her tongue and she savored it. Katrina could feel his big cock straining against her wrist, the veins pulsing as he fixed to cum.

She reached the head of his prick and, after circling it with her index finger once, twice, three times, she ran her finger over it before pressing her fingertip gently into his pisshole. Katrina wrapped her hand around the spurting cock as he jetted hot sperm all over her fingers, her palm, and the Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband of her hand. She remained like this until Marcus stopped climaxing and then withdrew her hand carefully. It was shiny and streaked white with fresh cum, with smears and dollops all over her palm and webbed Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband of it between her fingers.

Marcus leaned back against the wall to recuperate as Katrina methodically licked off her hand inch by inch, cleaning it of semen. When she finished she smacked her lips and grinned. The juicy handjob she had just given reminded her of a certain interview she had Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband to act in the movie Boom. Even when she began acting for a living she still surfed for porn, firmly establishing herself in some of the more twisted fetishes that existed.

She had been 17 when she first had sex, and it was an exuberant feeling. However some of her previous boyfriends, while they loved that she was pretty wild when she fucked them, backed down when some of the things she wanted to do were too much for them.

This left her feeling horny and disappointed, having to search for other ways to satisfy her fetishes. Now at 25 she frequented underground sex clubs on her days off, special places that could suit her needs in worldwide. As she reached the bottom of the stairs the familiar sounds and smells of perversity assaulted her and she breathed it in deeply. Her pussy was tingling and wet as she entered. It had once been a large storehouse for stashes of alcohol during Prohibition before being legalized again.

It had remained empty for decades until a group of like-minded perverts had found the place and decided to revamp the place into their own private pit of sexual depravity. Katrina had found the address of this place on one of her porn searches and, after working up the nerve to risk public exposure in coming down for the first time, she quickly became a semi-regular and a favorite of the staff and other visitors.

The fact that she was a well-known celebrity who rubbed elbows with Bollywood was also a huge turn-on for the people down here, and in return for her semi-regular visits they agreed not to give out the secret that Katrina Kaif was down there with them. Pausing only to shrug off her coat and step out of her heels, Katrina stored them in an empty locker by the door before walking naked and barefoot into the main room. It was essentially the room for breaks between fucks, where people Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband sit at the bar, get drinks, and talk casually before heading back to one of the various rooms that satisfied their particular kinks.

Right now there were only a few people scattered around the room, drinking and engaged in conversation. The sight of the newcomer caught their attention. Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband one everyone got up and Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband clapping as the Bollywood star walked in.

The leather felt cool on her bare ass. The bartender, a pretty Karlie kloss nude ass named Kayla, welcomed her. She took a napkin from the bar, wiped it against her pussy a few times, then gave it to Kayla.

After so many long hours of working, she could finally take a load off and just be herself, back in her element. Carefully he dipped his semi-erect penis into the liquor and swished it around for a few moments before withdrawing and handing it back.

Katrina took it, threw her head back, and downed the dick-tainted drink in one gulp. Just as she said that small hands reached around and cupped her tits.

In response Katrina leaned back and kissed Laura passionately, their tongues sliding slickly against each other.

Laura and Gary were high-powered attorneys at a law firm, and the constant stresses Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband their jobs always led them down here to relieve themselves.

They also managed the paperwork needed to get the club its various supplies and equipment, keeping it hidden from public scrutiny. Katrina stood up and walked down the hall, the two following. They passed several rooms, their specialties posted as silhouetted pictures on the door: a whip, a length of rope, a drop of water, a dog.

Katrina pricked her ears when she passed this room, hearing the sounds of moaning and barking behind the closed door. They entered the rooms used for regular fucking. The lights were turned low for a sexual atmosphere, and there were already several couples and a few small groups engaged in sex.

The air was heavy with the Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband of sweat and musk, and the floor was sticky with sperm and cunt juice.

Once inside Laura took charge. Forcing Katrina to her knees and bending her over so her tits brushed the sticky floor, Laura lay down on the mattress with her legs spread. As a result she had a wild forest of coarse pubic hair covering her cunt. Thick gobs and streaks of semen were caught within it; apparently Laura had just gotten out of a gangbang. The bush of pubic hair felt rough against the smooth corners of her mouth, leaving smears of cum behind.

Gary stood behind her, jerking his cock at the sight of the movie star being treated like a dirty bitch. Fucking do it! The walls of her pussy were hot and wet, and he began fucking her in earnest. It felt so good to have Escorts in stoke on trent real, throbbing penis inside her after so long.

The sensations were Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband her wild and she was grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Katrina swallowed everything that entered her mouth, including the pubic hair. Behind her Gary was pumping her cunt furiously, his large hands firmly gripping her slender, well-toned ass. By now word was spreading throughout the club that Katrina Persuading someone to wait for sex had come down to the club, and was engaged in a hot threesome.

There was a mini stampede as men and women came into the room to view the spectacle for their own eyes. It has to be. See for yourself. Her mouth and chin were shiny with cunt juice and there were a Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband red pubic hairs sticking to them.

Well, tough titties for her! Tell them how much you want it! All uncertainty of getting into a full-blown orgy vanished, replaced by the overwhelming desire to get well and truly fucked before the night ended. I want him to shoot a huge fucking load of thick sperm into my whoring twat!

Gary shot the last few squirts into her pussy and had barely withdrawn before being pushed aside by two Shriya saran pussy fucking the burlier guys who had watched them. They grabbed her and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back on the sticky floor. Her ass stood out starkly against the light. The man at her legs spread them wide and thrust himself inside her in an instant.

She was still coming down from her climax, and the new meat shoved inside her made her cum again. She closed her mouth and began sucking in earnest, swirling her tongue around the shaft. The rest of the group began swarming around the celebrity whore.

A few women dropped down and began licking her body all over, paying extra attention to her large tits and stiff nipples. Other women tried shouldering for a chance, pawing and groping every inch of her tattooed body. The men stood around, jacking themselves at the sight.

Some of them leaned in and tried rubbing their cocks against her face and hair. Katrina was in heaven. Hands were all over, massaging and rubbing her smooth skin, while wet tongues were sliding over her flat stomach and long legs. She could feel warm mouths suckling at her fleshy tits, every so often gently flicking her nipples with their tongues or nipping them with their teeth.

Meanwhile a thick prick was sliding in and out of her cunt while she sucked on another like a lollypop. Two men took her arms and made her grab their dicks, and she began jerking them off.

There were cocks rubbing against her neck, cheeks, and forehead and she even felt one or two men take handfuls of her dark hair and wrap them around their dicks while jerking off. The man in front of her started to push himself forward, his dick sliding deeper into her mouth until the bulbous head prodded the back of her throat. Opening her throat as much as she could, she attempted to swallow the prick in her mouth.

Tears came to her eyes as the man pushed into her throat, making her gag. Not wanting her to pass out, the guy pulled himself out, letting Katrina gasp for air. Strings of spit drooled out of her mouth as she coughed. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth. In half disbelief, he pushed into her mouth again. This time she leaned forward as much as she could and worked the head of his cock into her throat, letting herself Fucking of katrina kaif with her husband adjusted as the veins in his dick pulsed on her tongue.

She leaned forward more and managed to get the first inch into her throat before she reached her limit. The guy in her mouth moved slowly so that he was gently fucking her mouth.


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