Sexy Gujarati college girl strips in white sariI walked into the seedy bar, looking for a good time. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. I spotted her, a curvy Gujarati beauty, sipping on a drink at the end of the bar. She caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, as if to say "you're not worthy". I approached her, trying to play it cool, but my cock was already jerking with excitement. She smiled, a sly smile that said she knew exactly what I wanted. And boy, did I ever. As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way her seal-tight ass looked in those tight jeans. I had to have her. We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up later. That night, we ended up at my place, surrounded by empty beer bottles and broken dreams. She was a pack of wild animals, untamed and unrelenting. And I was happy to be the seal that kept her in line. As we got down to business, I realized that this was going to be a long night. Her blowjob skills were unmatched, and I found myself wanking like crazy just thinking about it. But then she surprised me with an anal assault that left me breathless. Afterward, as we lay there spent and exhausted, she whispered "BP" in my ear, her voice husky from all the screaming. I knew exactly what she meant - that this was a one-way ticket to hell, and I was more than happy to take the ride. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved being with her. She was a seal, a pack, a BP of pure unadulterated chaos. And I would do anything to keep her by my side. The next morning, as we lay in bed, she whispered "Gujarati" in my ear, and I knew that this was it - this was the start of something special. Something dirty, something wrong, but most importantly, something that made me feel alive. And so, we continued our twisted game, fueled by beer, lust, and a healthy dose of BP.