Never the less, I followed them at a distance to the private viewing booths. Indian XXX Katrina took a second to adjust, wiggling around, then began small movements. Katrina began to move up and down on my cock, slowly increasing the pace. He stopped for a second and said something to the female sitting down front. This show was real and way more interesting than the movie playing on the screen. The guy motioned to the door and they both straightened up. Once I got there, I was happy to have made it to the overly warm porn shop. The booth was tight but could hold the three of us comfortably. I took it to mean that she had been doing something too obvious. I could see him easily but couldn’t see her for a second and then I saw her head bobbing up and down in his lap. I could feel his cock through the thin membrane separating us inside of her. The terrible acting, lack of plot and third world camera work, lost my attention as I notice the young couple two rows ahead of me. I felt his hand guiding his cock as it bumped my cock still inside Katrina.
