The African general ate up his captive’s debasing words like candy. Indian Sex ‘Musad is a maniac. “The bitch will take at least a week to heal from this.” He drew his finger away. “You spoke wisely, General. Her name was Arianna. “Ahhh… this one’s pussy is like a little treasure. Shall I have my General Aamir come to call upon you, or will you return after you have… UH! He patted his lap, from which his obscene cock sprang up like a phallic monument. Never forget it, now—your gorgeous face, those perky tits, that sexy ass, this perfectly shaved pussy, every naked inch of you – it all belongs to me. Fuck my slave-pussy and make me scream!” Mira crooned. I need your cum inside me, inside my worthless fuck-hole. Mira risked one last glance backward before her new owner thrust her into the blinding light of the desert sun. Remember, life is short, so indulge your fantasies, the darker and kinkier the better. As the alluring brunette let herself be led away by her new owner, Nabatu’s fingers slipped between her labia, gently petting the inner walls of her snatch as she moaned at the unexpected sensations.
