"Oh man, that's a kick in the balls, you know, I always thought Hindi's were against recreational drugs." Julio blurted out, amazed at the perfection of her dark ample sized breasts with almost black nipples that were quite large.

She toked up, adding "Lord Shiva is known as the protector of the cannabis plant and said to constantly be high on ganja or bhang, so in certain sects it is actually encouraged to reach a state of meditation and insight."

"Holy shit, this is strong!" she added. No sign of her mother, maybe we can have our way with her after all.

"You mean Holy Hindi..." I wanted to see her laugh, inspect her shark-like rows of teeth a little further for my own personal amusement after she'd left, but the weed was making me see her in a different light as she stood up and slowly began to strip away layer after layer of clothing. She almost looked like a stripper.

"Come here baby" Julio took her and threw her onto the arm of the couch with her ass up in the air. Rubbing his crotch on her back, she began moaning softly, almost like she was begging for it. She wiggled her back spread to greet Julio's growing and rigid cock.

"MMMMMMMMMM YEAH PAPI, RUB IT GOOD AND HARD..."

She was acting like a whore that had only one thing on her slutty mind, getting fucked good and hard. I wasn't sure why he wasn't fucking her in the ass by now, but he seemed content to just rub himself on her. He was dry dogging a Hindi slut in heat, what an utter waste.