Barely sour, barely a foul taste or smell even in such a lewd spot. Indian Sex I motion to Eva, and she silently circles around through some trees to flank from the side. Sliding along her wet tongue, Eva’s hands helping pump and clean me off with the saliva inside. And I gaze at the flowing strawberry-blonde hair ahead of me. Eva almost chokes from excitement, lurching back off my cock, “Daddy look! That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. Her butt plants itself down onto Grace’s face, making the half-conscious girl turn away in disgust, glasses falling off on the ground, blue eyes darting around in horror. My cock twitches, rock solid from the horrific site. She smiles, panting, and hugs me back. It makes a little squelching sound and then I slide inside with a satisfying pop. I’m still not quite ready to cum, so I wipe Eva’s juices off my cock with Grace’s pretty blonde hair. A simple gray undershirt. She digs her claws into the white fabric, piercing and shredding it.
