Her pussy clenched on my dick, her thighs so tight. Indian hot sex Her rough tongue dug through my folds, licking out all of my brother’s jizz. I wanted that. It ran thick down my throat, warming my belly. “Do you feel that?” I asked, stroking across both her tits with my thumb, my excitement spurring me to ride Master’s cock faster. “Master!” I squealed. I grinned, licking her snatch over and over, tasting the alabaster, wishing I could taste her pussy itself. In my pussy!”
The statue convulsed in my hand, twitching, humping her small pussy against my lapping tongue. They whipped me and beat me and forced me to do so many nasty things. And I had the perfect solution to make that happen for the both of us. He groaned, both hands now gripping my hair, holding me in place as he used my mouth. My body shivered at the taboo feel of her wet pussy against my dick. My nipples still tingling from my orgasm. She knelt with her rump thrust up in the air, her face buried between my thighs. He groaned, chest flexing. He killed him and claimed me.”
“I told her she was free,” Sven added. We cried out our incestuous rapture together.
