India Summer’s Steamy Massage Session With A Lucky Delivery Guy

He wound his fingers in my hair and held my head steady as he rocked his hips up and down, fucking the first few inches of his cock into my mouth. XXX “Well,” he said, looking me in the eyes, “Yeah, than it is not a problem”
We were home alone in my house, on the coffee table. I groaned deep in my chest when he slid his hands under my skirt and onto the baby soft skin of my flesh, his fingers finding the deep divide of my ass crack and delving into it. I saw my boyfriend standing on the door of my house, his bag slung over her shoulder. “I knew that it would be so good with you,” I murmured, giving him a smile. For a moment, I thought for giving a fingers treatment to my pussy but I dropped this idea because I wanted to enjoy real sex with my boyfriend and I wanted myself to be hot till my boy friend arrives