Indian Woman Enjoys Intimate Encounter

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I took off my tee shirt, hanging it on the corner of his closet door. XXX “No. I sat up slightly, he held a condom in his hand. That’d be too much. He popped his finger in my ass. Fred was silent. As his finger, wet with his saliva, touched my hole, his lips fell back onto my cock. Penetrate me. I was worn out. A cock getting excited and thickening in my mouth, all due to my actions. “Can you please wet your finger again?” I asked. Please” he said. Five days later, on Monday, an email appeared in my in box, from Fred. I desperately wanted to suck a black cock, and taste cum. My first penetration. Fred was still inside of me. “Fuck”, I said, “that thing is getting big” It was, WAY bigger than I’d thought it would get. I pushed my head down, taking him in to the root of his cock, my lips pressed against the bottom.

Indian Woman Enjoys Intimate Encounter