The evening of day 4

I had to pay for sex again; the type of prostitute I searched for was an Indian prostitute. I had to look hard as it’s not the sort of thing that good Indian girls do. I walked into a whore house and out came this beautiful bitch with big tits.

She told me her name was Marsha and how much it would cost me.

I paid her for 30 minutes of her time.

She led me into the bedroom and told me to get undressed.

I took off my clothes and lay naked on the bed while she went out of the room to put the money away.

When she came back she stripped and instantly my cock went hard seeing the sight of her beautiful brown skin. She had a tattoo on her arm of a tiger and a pair of ripe titties.

I broke out of my daze, instantly aroused. My hands roamed her front down to her supple breasts, squeezing them, molding them to my touch.

She suddenly grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me close, joining her lips with mine in a juicy kiss. Her tongue was frisky in my mouth as it licked and played with my own. The hooker released herself from the kiss to move down in front of me. The first thing she did was wrap her 36dd's around my cock and wank it.
That felt fucking good!

Marsha was so delicate as her skin touched the head of my cock.