Reena’s Intimate Moments In Traditional Indian Romance

Fiiive” Sarah cries. Why are you doing this to meeeeee?!”
The friction of her semi-wet cunt rubs my dick raw as I force myself in and out of Sarah’s cunt as violently as I can, pulling out until my head is barely in her lips before thrusting back into her, slamming my pelvis against her ass. Her pussy feels even better taking her from behind than it when she rode me earlier. Opening my bathroom door I find a site to behold – Sarah sitting on the side of the bathtub spreading her pussy open with one hand and holding the shower head turned on jet in the other. Fu. “You are going to learn not to disrespect me! You will never try to wash the gift of my seed out of yourself again!” I say before thrusting into her pussy with one hard thrust with a grunt.