Devoted Spouse From India

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As much as this thought disgusted her, it made her wet as well. She was moaning and letting out little screams as she flew back against the wall at every thrust. XXX “I’m going to lift my hand off your mouth, but if you scream, it’ll be the worst mistake of your life” he whispered menacingly. He grabbed her ass hard and fucked her as hard as he could. Her breathing is slow and hard, her chest rising and falling, so beautiful. He slowly kisses the tops of each one, and then licks down to her nipple, right first. She felt like such a slut, topless on her knees about to suck a complete stranger’s dick. She obeyed and he went on to kissing and sucking and biting her neck, as she tried not to moan too loudly. He cups her tits, making a narrow valley in the middle of her large domes.

Devoted Spouse From India