She clutched at his thick hard arms and rolled on wave after wave of a pleasure so hard it was painful. Indian Sex “Squeal, pig.” He said loudly as he covered her shoulders, back, ass and thighs with swat after swat. “Filthy little fuck.” She moaned and dropped her head as he wiped his wet fingers on her hip and back then stood. And this little piggy stayed home. You have one hour, pig, prepare yourself accordingly. Within seconds she was grinding her crotch against his hip bone and making ridiculous noises. His voice was low and seemed far away as he talked, almost to himself. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head in two high pigtails, folded into loops and she smiled at the little “ears” and the capitulation into her own humiliation. Pulling her across his body he held her against him and reached down to fondle the tail. “Greedy little pig, you look all pink and shiny clean.
